with silver, she has silver glitter dusted over her hair that glints in the bright white light of the Palace.
“Yes,” I say solemnly. “You needn’t have worried.”
“Who was worried?” she scoffs and draws me away from Ambrosia. “You can remove your hands now. I don’t want you to be tainted by her filth.”
“Fuck you!” Ambrosia roars as soon as she is free. She gets to her knees and fires off a bolt of lightning that Savvie ducks out of the way of, and I take a step back.
This is between them now. She doesn’t need me.
“What the fuck?” Trey bellows in my face, grabbing my shirt and snarling at me. “Why the fuck did you do something so fucking stupid?”
“I don’t know,” I say, removing his hand from my shirt. “I thought she needed me to take care of this, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t need me or any of us to protect her. Look at her.”
We all turn to watch in awe as Savannah deftly throws magick that is knocking Ambrosia further and further back as she scrambles to get her footing. She is perilously close to the open balcony’s edge and she shrieks, but there is no one to help her. She is bleeding, there are drops of blood splattering the white tiles on the floor, but no one goes to her.
She has no one and she brought it on herself.
Savvie isn’t out to kill her aunt, though, even though she should. As soon as Ambrosia falters enough to stop throwing magick at her, Savvie stops and gets out her wand. She waves it around in the air and silver lasso forms in the air. She swishes it down and it wraps itself around Ambrosia, binding her tightly just as a beautiful Light Fae female swoops into the room with a vicious cry.
“You bitch!” she shrieks at Savvie, an orb of pure sunlight on her hands.
Even if I didn’t recognize her, it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that she is a high-ranking Royal and as old as they come.
“Pyleah,” I mutter and step forward.
This woman has had it out for Princess Aeval since day one when her husband, the original Light Fae King, was murdered by Drake for raping Aeval and, as we later found out, conceiving Delinda – the blessed Fae child. She was paramount in the incident that lost Aeval her baby twenty-some years ago, she has tried to imprison Aeval, kidnap her daughter and generally just made Aeval’s life a living hell. It comes as no surprise that she holds the same hatred for Savannah. She has been laying low since she has lost her husband and three sons to the Dark Fae. But she has just come out of hibernation, it seems.
I grab Pyleah by the arm, but it’s too late.
She throws a curse at Savvie that hits her square in the chest, making her gag.
“I will see you dead just as you and your slut mother murdered my husband and my sons! I curse you to never grow an heir in your belly. I curse you to live a long and miserable life alone and die at the hands of the same disease that took your grandmother! I will get my revenge on you and your mother!”
“Fucking Hell,” Theo murmurs. “Who is this deranged bitch?”
Pyleah spins to him, jolting my arm painfully. She is older and way more powerful than me. Theo gulps as her mad, green eyes land on him.
“I am PYLEAH!” she shrieks. “I will defend that child with my life! My grandchild will be born and rule this land as his father was meant to!”
“She isn’t pregnant,” I tell her. “She has been lying to you and your entire Kingdom.”
She turns back to me as Savvie comes closer, looking pale and weak.
“You lie!” she screams in my face, but I’m no longer interested in Pyleah and let her go.
There is something seriously wrong with Savvie. I reach out for her and catch her as her knees buckle, and she throws up a mouthful of black blood.
“No!” Rath roars, shoving me out of the way and taking Savvie in his arms. He places her on the bed, shaking with rage and fear. It is written all over his face.
He holds out his hand and his staff appears, usually glowing gold in color, is now a fiery red.
“Rath! Wait!” I call out, but it’s too late. He has pointed his staff at Pyleah and fired off a stream of magick