Page 63 of Their Princess

A mage teleported next to me and Mason managed to cut through the mage’s staff and chest before he could cast his next spell.

Triston ran to me. “You shouldn’t be using so much magic when you’re not recuperated. The others are on their way.”

“I’m not using magic anymore,” I explained. “Being able to summon them by calling them is part of being a demon royal by blood. I only used magic to freeze everyone.”

Mom and Dad teleported next to us, took in the scene, and Dad immediately charged into the fight with an eerie howl.

“Are you injured?” Mom asked as she ran her hands over me, inspecting me.

“I’m safe, Mom. Mason has some burns, but I think they’re healing already.”

“I’m fine,” he said as he cut down a werewolf trying to get past him to me.

“To think they would breach our borders to attack you,” Mom said with a sigh. “The sheer stupidity and audacity shouldn’t surprise me, but it does. You should have called us right away.”

“This was my fight, not yours,” I countered.

“Every fight of yours is also mine,” she argued back. “Plus, these are my lands that they trespassed on.”

A mage teleported next to us, a fireball in his hand, but Mom opened a portal beneath his feet, making him fall through it and right in front of Huk who slapped the mage with his giant hand, a hand the size of the mage, and sent him flying into a tree. The mage’s body made a sickening crack against the tree and his limp body fell to the ground.

“All of this death was unnecessary,” I shouted to those fighting. “Your deaths serve no purpose except to make us sad that you’re so blinded by hate that you were willing to give your lives for it.”

“We won’t stop until you’re all dead!” a female dragon yelled as she fought against Trey, both in dragon warrior forms.

“Capture her,” Mom ordered Branson in a sharp bark that startled me.

Branson and Riddick worked with Trey to subdue the female dragon enough to drag her towards the cells.

“Why capture her?” I asked Mom.

“I think they have a group, an organization of sorts, that’s been created to fight the demons. We’re going to question her and find out who is behind it all,” she explained.

“Like there used to be for those that hated the hybrids?” I asked, remembering how they’d told me about having to deal with extreme hatred and attacks as well when she was being courted by my fathers.

She nodded, a scowl on her face. “For all we know, it could be some of the previous members, recreating what we’d thought destroyed. Hatred has been around us as long as I can remember.”

It didn’t take long for the rest of the enemies to be dispatched.

Trey walked to me, a fierce glow in his eyes, slid his hand around the back of my neck, and pulled me into a deep kiss. When he pulled back, I was dizzy for a second. “I think I just fell even more in love with you, my goddess.”

Mom snickered behind her hand as she walked to Mason to finish the healing of his burns.

“Think Kayden will forgive me for sending him away?” I asked softly and rested my head against his chest as we sat on the porch steps.

He nodded, his chin rubbing the top of my head. “You needed at least one of us to go with the kids to ensure they’re protected. He’ll likely pout about not being able to fight, but logically know it was necessary.”

“Should we take some of his favorite ice cream home as an apology gift?” I asked.

Trey chuckled and pushed me back. “You sure you just don’t want some ice cream?”

“I do think I’ve earned it,” I said and turned away so he wouldn’t see my smirk.

“Your food order is in the outside fridge and freezer,” Mom said from where she stood, healing Mason still. “You should get a cart to carry all the bags.”

“I will carry,” Huk said in a booming voice.

I smiled up at the giant demon. “That would be most appreciated, Huk.”

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