Frost Fae (Dark Fae Kings #2) - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,15
foul magic didn’t burn holes through my skin as I expected. My eyes widened as the flame swept over me, dropping off my skin and fizzling out like mist melting in a blaze of light.
The demon fire had no effect on me, just like what had happened in front of the Veil.
Amid the chaos, a glint of metal hurled toward me, lodging in my flesh below my shoulder blade. Pain bloomed from the spot, and blood gushed out of my wound. I gritted my teeth and struggled back to my feet, not allowing myself to be a sitting duck.
The knights kept cutting their way toward me as I hurled myself into the thick of the action again.
“Hold the troll, Rowan!” Baron yelled and let go of the metal whips around Jaafan’s shins. The Summer King dashed toward me, desperate to reach and defend me.
Partially free, Jaafan swung its arm backward toward Rowan and its rock fist connected to the side of Rowan’s face. Rowan’s head rocked back, and he shouted in pain.
I roared. Seeing the Winter King hurt did a number on me, and something deep inside me snapped. I urgently needed my magic to aid our battle if we wanted to overcome this army of monsters and survive. There was one way to provoke my magic and force it out. I drew the knife out of my shoulder with a scream of pain. My blood shot out like a stream of fountain before spilling onto the ground.
My magic clamored, rising to forestall my impending death from blood loss. But before it could do anything, the troll and all the darkfae suddenly froze, turning their heads toward me as they caught the scent of my blood. Then terror and shock moved over their revolting faces, overshadowing the bloodlust that had previously clouded their crimson eyes.
In sync, they turned and fled, abandoning the battlefield.
Weary from battle, the knights of three courts traded puzzled looks before turning to the bodies of their fallen warriors.
Rowan and Baron zoomed toward me, their faces darkening at the sight of my injury, their eyes burning with fury. Frost hovered over my shoulder wound as the Winter King’s ice magic stopped my bleeding. Then Baron pressed his palm gently over the area to further heal me, enveloping me in warmth and sunlight.
Yet a chill seeped deep into my bones as I darted a sorrowful gaze toward the fallen knights. So many died just to protect me.
I trembled in the arms of the two kings. I’d survived another assassination attempt, and this time it hadn’t been a demon or a pair of trained killers, but a supernatural army.
Chapter 5
When the van pulled into the driveway of my family’s Spanish-style house, Fawn waited outside the door, watching us intently. Relief washed over me, immediately followed by worry. I waved for her to get into the house, even though I’d spotted a team of knights patrolling the perimeter.
I inspected myself again before getting out of the vehicle. Baron had glamoured me with clean clothes so my siblings wouldn’t see any blood.
Fawn flung herself into my arms before I reached the front porch. I could only guess that she’d seen the unfortunate events unfolding, though she couldn’t warn me about it. I wanted to preserve her innocence and childhood as long as possible, so I wouldn’t ask my fragile six-year-old sister about her visions. I wouldn’t make her relive the nightmare.
“I’m okay, angel. We’re okay,” I said, patting her thin back. “But you should get inside. It’s dangerous out here.”
She held my hand and let me lead her into the house, with the two kings on our heels. I no longer stopped them from coming into the house. They were regulars now.
A delicious aroma hit me from the kitchen. Awesome, Rowan’s chef was cooking. It smelled of stewed rosemary rabbit. Maybe dating Fae kings did have some perks, though we weren’t exactly dating.
I surveyed my house. The rest of my siblings—Emmett, Safiya, Asuka, Nox, and Cassidy—all sat around the table, waiting for food. I smiled at them before telling Baron and Rowan that I needed a quick shower and they could start the early dinner without me. Then I rushed upstairs.
When the shower ended and the rivulets still dripped from my body, I was still shaking. I hadn’t trembled in the heat of battle. But now when terrible reality sank in, I was more than terrified for my siblings. They hadn’t seen the demon blood and my own all over me.