can you tell him to get the fuck on with it!” I snapped back, before shouldering off his hold and looking around his large frame to add more, only this time in Trice’s direction,
“…before I kill him!” At this Trice actually chuckled as if he didn’t believe I could and I had to say, with the sight of my girl in his arms and knowing this wasn’t the first time, it was more than a little tempting to prove it.
But then he pulled back the sides of her torn clothes and bared her naked back, showing the Hex as it burnt deeper into her flesh. He took a breath as if building up to something and then lowered his head further over the mark.
“A'richt lassie, time tae shudder once more,” he remarked, and I lost my shit enough to snarl a warning,
“Your brother has a fucking death wish!”
“Fur bugger sake laddie git th' fck on wi' it, will ye!” Gryph snapped taking the threat seriously along with Vern who told him,
“Aye, before he tears ye head aff!”
But Trice wasn’t listening. No, instead he started to blow a stream of frozen air down over her back, directing his power at the Hex and doing so enough that it stopped trying to bury itself deeper into her body. No, now instead of hurting her more it had no choice but to rise back to the level of the rest of her skin.
Fuck me, but the bastard had done it!
I don’t know how because magic that strong had no weakness and a Hex was cast that way for a reason. But then I was starting to discover that this shifter wasn’t exactly like the others of his kind either. That was when it started to hit me exactly who he was, for I had heard of the legends of course, we all had.
I had heard of the stories told among his shifter kind. One with a power like no other. For it was one that came from the frozen depths of Hell that burned with greater force than that of the heart of the eternal fires and the once great mountain of even Tartarus itself.
Which was why, without a word, I knelt enough to take back possession of my girl before standing with her in my arms. It was only then did I stare down at him and say,
“You have been holding out on me…Dragon King.” At this he gritted his teeth and rose back to his feet without taking his eyes from mine. Then he nodded to Amelia in my arms and said,
“We all hae our secrets…and clearly I am not th' only one keeping them from mae people.” I locked my jaw as I ground my teeth before telling him,
“I do what I do to protect her.” It was a statement made that didn’t need to be said but was heard all the same before turning my back on him.
“Aye 'n' a bang up jab ye hae done o' that so far!” he shouted behind, making me take pause and threaten,
“Take heed shifter King, for your souls still belong to me and whilst you still have fucking breath beneath your feathers and scales, you will yield to my will and right now, there is only one command I have of you!”
“Aye ‘n’ what’s that?!”
“To help me get this fucking Hex off my Chosen One and slay a fucking witch!”
After this I released my wings as my demonic form burst free a split second before I took flight. That part of me could be contained no longer. So, I flew back in the direction all three had fled from, knowing they would follow in their own forms. Because as much as I hated to admit it, now I knew who Trice really was, and what he was capable of, then I had no fucking choice but to put my trust in him.
I needed the bastard.
And why…because he was the only one who was immune to the magic of one of the strongest witches in existence. Meaning that right now, he was our best hope at winning this war against my people. And because one thing was for sure, this was only the start. For if anything that the fucking Eye had shown me was real, then this blood soaked future that the Fates had pathed for us, was only going to get worse.
Worse and a hell of a lot…
Bloodier.
Chapter Five
Weakness is a Witch
The moment I landed with Amelia in my arms, I