Page 78 of Trapped By Claws
A black-feathered dragon lunged onto him, thunderous in response as he reached for his sword. Feathers and scales and a hooked black beak and glittering green eyes.
I stared.
That—he—Corvinwasa raven dragon.
I watched through hazy vision as he attacked, his claws raking over Lishen's chest and sending him sailing. The other two fae attacked, their blades slicing at his feathers. The feathers fell away, catching the sunlight with iridescent radiance.
He dispatched them with equal ease. One by one, each one fell. Some torn apart, others flung.
I slumped down against the stone. The world was fading too fast.
And I was tired.
So tired.
He didn't know about the poisoned dart.
I couldn't even speak. Could barely breathe.
And…I hated this.
But not as much as I might have.
This was where it would end.
Once more, I had no voice.
But the sun was on my face, warm and golden.
I could—I could see him.
He was flying. And he was glorious.
And we weren't going to die in that wretched cave.
What was it he had said about falling asleep? That's what this felt like.
He spread his wings as he tossed another of our attackers off the cliff. The hints of green and yellow in the feathers were only afterthoughts of color, similar to the iridescent traces of color on a grackle or a starling.
Then he spun in the air, and his gaze fell on me once more. His bright-green eyes widened.
He saw me. "Mena!"
Darkness misted my vision, leaving only those bright-green eyes burning.
Tired. Heavy.
My eyelids slid shut.
SEEN
Air flooded my lungs, and energy surged into my fingertips.
Gentle fingers without claws pressed against my cheeks and neck.
It was as if my eyelids had millstones on them. The scent of salt, blood, fresh air, and green leaves filled my nostrils. That, and something muskier and heavier. Familiar, even if the touch wasn't.
"Come on. Wake up, clever girl. Open those gorgeous eyes. You took on all those men. I don't think you thought that through, but I know you're here. You wouldn't leave me. Not now."
