of my eyes I saw something flash, descending toward my chest.
Before I could say a very eloquent huh, I was looking down at a long piece of wood, sticking out of my chest. I gasped for breath as my heart stuttered and I fell to my knees. The pain was searing and a bit nauseating. I felt like passing out and throwing up all at once.
“ Sorry,” Kael came into my line of sight. “Nothing personal.”
“ I cannot allow the race of dragon-sidhe to continue,” Dubheasa added in a bored tone. “Even more insulting if it's done through a human, full sidhe soul or not. Kael, take the ring.”
My mind raced as I fell to my back, the pain almost overwhelming all thought. This wouldn't kill me but evidently, they didn't know that. So maybe if I just acted like I was dying, I'd be okay. As long as they didn't stick around to watch my last breaths.
Kael said something in a language I didn't understand, as he yanked at the ring on my finger.
“ Then take her whole cursed finger,” Dubheasa snapped in English, probably for my benefit.
Oh, I was gonna get that bitch, but first, oh please just slide off my finger, little ring. I promise, I'll find you again.
Kael made a triumphant sound as the ring did as I asked.
Then the snotty, mucous-covered mermaid snapped something in her language. There was a low rustling sound, possibly someone approaching, and her tone changed to one of concern. Kael spoke back to her in a low whisper and they conversed for another moment before subsiding into silence.
I heard their footsteps furtively depart and I chanced a small breath which ended up becoming a moan. My heart was trying to heal itself but the small matter of a sharp piece of wood seemed to be in the way of that.
“ Queen Vervain!” Soft footsteps hurried over and a small hand brushed my cheek. “Oh no, my lady, not when we've just found you. Fate cannot be so cruel.”
I opened my eyes to reassure whoever it was that found me, and saw it was the little brownie woman who'd brought Queen Meara my ring. I tried to say something but as soon as she saw me open my eyes, she screamed, jumped up, and ran away like I'd become a zombie with a taste for faerie brains.
“What the hell?” I gasped as I yanked out the stake. I bit back a scream as white hot pain flared through my chest, and sat there huffing through the worst aftershocks ever as my heart mended itself and my bones knitted together. That asshole had cracked my sternum and broke a couple ribs with the force of his blow. Didn't he know that the best way to get to the heart was with an upward stroke?
I was still shaking, catching my breath, and staring down at the amazingly pristine dress I was wearing, not a mark on it or even a stain, when a swarm of crazy people rounded the corner and invaded the tranquility of my garden of doom.
“Minn Elska,” Trevor was by my side instantly but my other men weren't far behind, including Arach who knelt by me and immediately started stroking my hair in relief.
Azrael alighted before me, sword unsheathed and blazing bright. His wings were outstretched to their full span, at least ten feet to either side of him, and he looked like he was about to lay down some angelic vengeance.
“I'm fine,” I patted the hands patting me, waved down my angelic warrior, and tried to look around them at the crowd.
Sure enough, that bitch was there to gloat, probably thinking all the fuss was because I'd already been found dead. The look on her face was something I will treasure until the day I die... which would hopefully never happen.
As soon as she recovered from her shock, Dubheasa hastily backed away and made a run for it.
“ Stop that murdering mermaid!” I screamed and pointed at her.
My men pulled back and turned to stare in Dubheasa's direction, all as one. Then they, and several fey guards, were chasing after the Water Queen and her knight, Azrael actually taking to the sky again. I sat back with an exhausted huff.
“How?” Arach
Before I could say a very eloquent huh, I was looking down at a long piece of wood, sticking out of my chest. I gasped for breath as my heart stuttered and I fell to my knees. The pain was searing and a bit nauseating. I felt like passing out and throwing up all at once.
“ Sorry,” Kael came into my line of sight. “Nothing personal.”
“ I cannot allow the race of dragon-sidhe to continue,” Dubheasa added in a bored tone. “Even more insulting if it's done through a human, full sidhe soul or not. Kael, take the ring.”
My mind raced as I fell to my back, the pain almost overwhelming all thought. This wouldn't kill me but evidently, they didn't know that. So maybe if I just acted like I was dying, I'd be okay. As long as they didn't stick around to watch my last breaths.
Kael said something in a language I didn't understand, as he yanked at the ring on my finger.
“ Then take her whole cursed finger,” Dubheasa snapped in English, probably for my benefit.
Oh, I was gonna get that bitch, but first, oh please just slide off my finger, little ring. I promise, I'll find you again.
Kael made a triumphant sound as the ring did as I asked.
Then the snotty, mucous-covered mermaid snapped something in her language. There was a low rustling sound, possibly someone approaching, and her tone changed to one of concern. Kael spoke back to her in a low whisper and they conversed for another moment before subsiding into silence.
I heard their footsteps furtively depart and I chanced a small breath which ended up becoming a moan. My heart was trying to heal itself but the small matter of a sharp piece of wood seemed to be in the way of that.
“ Queen Vervain!” Soft footsteps hurried over and a small hand brushed my cheek. “Oh no, my lady, not when we've just found you. Fate cannot be so cruel.”
I opened my eyes to reassure whoever it was that found me, and saw it was the little brownie woman who'd brought Queen Meara my ring. I tried to say something but as soon as she saw me open my eyes, she screamed, jumped up, and ran away like I'd become a zombie with a taste for faerie brains.
“What the hell?” I gasped as I yanked out the stake. I bit back a scream as white hot pain flared through my chest, and sat there huffing through the worst aftershocks ever as my heart mended itself and my bones knitted together. That asshole had cracked my sternum and broke a couple ribs with the force of his blow. Didn't he know that the best way to get to the heart was with an upward stroke?
I was still shaking, catching my breath, and staring down at the amazingly pristine dress I was wearing, not a mark on it or even a stain, when a swarm of crazy people rounded the corner and invaded the tranquility of my garden of doom.
“Minn Elska,” Trevor was by my side instantly but my other men weren't far behind, including Arach who knelt by me and immediately started stroking my hair in relief.
Azrael alighted before me, sword unsheathed and blazing bright. His wings were outstretched to their full span, at least ten feet to either side of him, and he looked like he was about to lay down some angelic vengeance.
“I'm fine,” I patted the hands patting me, waved down my angelic warrior, and tried to look around them at the crowd.
Sure enough, that bitch was there to gloat, probably thinking all the fuss was because I'd already been found dead. The look on her face was something I will treasure until the day I die... which would hopefully never happen.
As soon as she recovered from her shock, Dubheasa hastily backed away and made a run for it.
“ Stop that murdering mermaid!” I screamed and pointed at her.
My men pulled back and turned to stare in Dubheasa's direction, all as one. Then they, and several fey guards, were chasing after the Water Queen and her knight, Azrael actually taking to the sky again. I sat back with an exhausted huff.
“How?” Arach
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