Page 124 of Hunted By Fae

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But that’s all I really see.

The light isn’t strong enough.

I fumble for the torch first, flick it off, then reach for the CB. Teeth biting down on the edge of my lip, I dance my fingers on the button.

One. Pause. One, two.

Light.

The red gleam is swerving through the air, like Bee is running—but it falters… it stills, then in a blink, a burst of white light erupts over the lake.

Her torch.

The light illuminates a bubble around her, fighting against the darkness.

I squint against the glare—but it is quick to swerve away from me.

The light turns on the other direction, up the lake, and I can make out enough to know that Bee’s staggering around… to face something.

I trace the light to where it blends into darkness, like ropes of shadows lash at it. And I watch a pair of boots crafted from fine, thin leather step into the bubble.

My insides run cold.

That’s what she runs from.

A dark warrior.

Emily’s gasp is soft at my ear.

And I hate this about me, but the fear locks me in place, like I can’t move, like I can’t do anything to help Bee.

A part of me…

Some sick part, buried below, it whispers through me,run, run, run, save yourself…

My face twists against the shame of it.

If it were anyone else, I would. I would turn for the cover of the trees and get the fuck out of here.

But it’s Bee.

It’s Bee.

I can’t leave her.

I blink, and my mind locks onto the scraps of the world’s most basic-ass plan. But it’s all I have.

The dark fae is completely, utterly distracted.

His advance on Bee is menacing, but slow.

She has her back to the boat and aims her torchlight at him as though it’s a weapon.

She knows we’re at the lake. I gave her the code for the light—but she’s choosing to show me the threat.

Bee is pleading for help.

It twists my insides.

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