Queen of the Fae (Dragon's Gift The Dark Fae #3) - Linsey Hall Page 0,26

some of them were Fae, they might have control over the elements as well.

Every single one of them was turning and fleeing, their faces white.

Holy shit.

I turned back to the storm ahead. It looked even more dire.

Definitely deadly.

Avoid the storms.

That’s what the Satyr had said.

And I believed him.

“We need to find shelter!” I shouted.

The storm bore down upon us, traveling miles in seconds. The clouds shifted and swayed, seeming to form the head and shoulders of a man, almost. I blinked through the rain, not sure if I was going blind. The wind howled louder and faster, buffeting me in the air.

“We won’t survive this if we’re caught out in the open!” Tarron shouted.

I spotted a huge, tumbled pile of rocks down below. A darker section at the base showed where there might be a cave. Lightning stuck, so bright I flinched as it blinded me.

That cave was our best hope.

“There!” I pointed and dived, Tarron right behind.

I flew as fast as I could through the tearing wind, eyes watering and nearly blind. The ground below had turned to mud, and the darkness of the cave beckoned. I flew inside, pulling up abruptly as I nearly ran into the wall.

Whoa.

Shallow cave.

I landed with a stumble and drew my wings back into my body.

Tarron landed gracefully behind me. “Are you all right?”

Gasping to catch my breath, I moved to face him. “Yeah.”

He nodded, the concern on his face fading a bit. He turned to the entrance of the little cave and began to conjure a wooden wall to keep out the pelting rain. His shirt was plastered to the broad muscles of his back, making him look even more powerful than usual.

When the wall had been created, he turned back to me, inspecting me from head to foot. “No injuries? You’re sure?”

“Nothing bad.” Thunder shook the cave around us, and I stumbled. “Holy fates.”

Tarron reached for me, pulling me into his arms. The storm howled outside, feeling like it might destroy the wooden wall that Tarron had created.

“This is no normal storm,” he muttered against my hair.

I burrowed into his warmth, trying to absorb some of his strength.

Normally, I wasn’t into big shows of weakness like this. I liked to stand on my own two feet.

But I also liked being held by Tarron.

I was honest enough to admit it. To myself, at least.

“Storm gods,” I said. “Fabius warned us to stay out of the storms.”

“We were right to trust his judgment, then.”

White lightning illuminated the interior of the cave, slipping through the crack beneath the door.

We stayed like that for minutes or hours, I had no idea. It was probably on the shorter scale, but it felt like ages.

When the cold water began to seep into my boots, I jerked and looked downward. “We’re standing in three inches of water.”

Tarron shifted as he looked down. “Four inches now.”

The water began to rise fast, as if being pushed inside the cave. Maybe that’s what was happening—some angry god was trying to flood us out of our little shelter.

Or the whole world was flooding.

The water was nearly to my knees. I looked up at Tarron, panic starting to flutter in my chest. “We need to get out of here.”

Face white and lips tight, he nodded and released me. Water was to my thighs by the time he’d blasted the wooden wall away with a great gust of wind. Rain roared in, pelting my face like icy bullets.

He looked back at me. “We’re going to have to fight this with the same power its throwing at us.”

I nodded, drawing in a deep breath as I followed him out into the gale. My heart thundered as the cold rain poured. The water was shallower out here—only to my calves. But rising. The world was indeed flooding. Or at least this part of it.

The raging clouds roiled above, black and gray, intermittently lit with blasts of lightning. It struck all around, sending shocks of electric currents that traveled through the water. It wasn’t strong enough to knock me out, but eventually one strike might hit close enough.

Fear like I’d never known iced my veins the way the water iced my skin.

As we stepped fully out into the storm, Tarron’s magic surged powerfully. The scent of autumn anchored me in the gale.

He created massive blasts of wind, forcing the rain away from us. Forcing the wind away from us. He met the storm god with equivalent power, his hair whipping in the wind and his green eyes