Page 153 of Hunted By Fae
Eyes wide, I shake my head, sharp.
Her lashes flutter.
Again, I shake my head, a firm, clearno fucking way.
It’s not that the gun mightn’t be loaded, since she obviously forgot to load her shotgun, and that almost killed us. It’s not that I don’t trust her aim or her. It’s that those measly bullets don’t stand a chance against the fae.
And dark fae are all about revenge. At least Dare is, so much that’s he’s hunted me for it.
The frosty moment between them splinters when Dare lifts his chin in Tesni’s direction. “That one is Tesni.”
The flash of pale eyes turns on her, and she shrinks back into the grill of the car. But the look is only a warning before the male turns the shotgun on Emily—
There’s a cry, a shout, but I don’t know who it comes from before the ice fae fires both shells right into the net.
Silence sweeps the road.
I don’t scream.
Tesni’s shouts are buried in the arms she has crossed over her face, muffling her.
Then comes the blood. Out of the net, a dozen streams of crimson fall to the icy road.
Emily makes no move, no sound at all—and I fleetingly wonder if the first shot killed her or the second.
I blink on my tears.
The icy male tosses the gun aside.
Behind me, Dare drops to a crouch and tugs a rope from his arm. It unravels easily, softly, and thuds to the road before he grabs my wrists.
He pins them to my front, not gently, and manoeuvres me with the rope he’s coiling around my body.
“I am indebted to you,” Dare says and lifts his gaze to the other male.
“Yes,” he answers, coolly.
I drag my gaze to Tesni and find her stare on me.
I mouth, ‘Run.’
Because I cannot.
I am too dazed, too wounded, I won’t make it onto my knees before I crumble.
But she can.
She has a shot.
Tesni’s face twists with a fresh surge of tears. She shakes her head, the denial rooting deep in her.
‘Run.’ My lips curl over the silent order, vicious. ‘Go!’
She drops her head, her grimaced face wobbling with her rising sobs.
But I see it sinking in.
She must go now, or not at all.
