Page 56 of Dark Shadow of Guilt

The guy didn’t look so sure of himself now. Though why he had before puzzled Remi. Hadn’t they seen the Feard in action? Who was filling their heads with grandiose thoughts?

The leader withdrew a heavy sword from a scabbard at his hip. He shot toward Remi, who zipped to the side at the last moment. The Scourge’s fast momentum caused him to speed by when he missed. The idiot’s compatriots flew at Remi, but the lost bits of wing and cartilage had done damage. They were slow and off-kilter. A winged creature could not win an air battle without speed and balance.

Remi dropped, performed a forward roll, and came up behind them. They turned and waited for their leader to rejoin them, whipping out their blades as if being armed made them more of a threat.

The leader shouted, “Prepare to die.”

Cheesy. Not a worthy battle cry. Even Mel Gibson inBraveheartwas better.

“But it is not this day! This day, we fight!” Remi shouted. “Aragorn inThe Return of the King. A much better battle cry. But I tire of your antics. To say nothing of your lame verbiage.” He spun in the blink of an eye, whisking his knives through the air and striking out with his unsheathed sharp-edged bronze feathers. He sliced a wing from each attacker. The wide-eyed shock as they plummeted toward what would be a rocky, hard landing was priceless.

Re-holstering his blades, Remi scratched his head.Dimwitted. What had they hoped to achieve? Had they spotted him heading into the mountains and gotten some random, crazy idea to attack?

Remi dropped low to spot the four bodies. They had smashed to the ground near each other, though the leader had caught the worst of the fall. He was impaled on a jagged peak.Ouch. Had to hurt. He’d be out of action for some time. Healing could be a bitch. A long, slow, painful bitch.

After telepathing Harmony’s office to send henchmen to pick up the Scourges, he soared high and circled back toward his next stop. On the way, he reported the attack to the Feard while wondering why Scourges would dare challenge him.

Chapter Sixteen

Sultry heat, rain,wind gusts, dark clouds, and sleet—a mish-mash. Maddy watched it all from the deck, protected by the invisible screen erected around the house. Her mood fit the weather. Changeable.

Dom pulled alongside and enveloped her waist with a strong arm. “You’re thinking too hard.”

“Why was I brought to Angor?”

He shook his head.

Maddy tilted toward him. “Don’t use too many words. You could injure yourself.”

Dom’s smile transformed him from handsome to spectacular.

She glanced up to see two familiar faces braving the weather—both peppered with snow and ice shards.

Ohngel glided inside first. Indigo followed, reining in Oskar before he crashed into the fireplace. Arms akimbo, Dom glared at the witch out of his good eye.

From the back of her gryphon, she shouted and tugged on reins, “So much for a grand entrance. Oskar doesn’t have the hang of a soft vertical drop yet. He’ll catch on soon.”

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