How the hell does she know he is a shifter?
My lips part, wanting to scream, but all I can feel is my throat tightening. She lifts her foot, kicking Koen’s unconscious body in his ribs as she lets out a raging scream. Her hands fly wildly in the air.
She’s losing it.
“And take this damn dragon wielder with him!” she shouts, tears rolling down her face as darkness consumes my eyes.
My body falls, and no one is there to catch me.
And my cheek meets the cold, cobblestone floor.
Chapter 47
“Those who try to kill a huntress, shall be cursed for life. Those who kill a Deskyiara, will be cursed for life. Those who try to kill a Deskyiara huntress, better run and hide.” - Book of Azure
CHANTS OF DEATH ECHO AROUND. The sounds of their roars go from louder to silent every few seconds. Their voices fade to silence, flickering like my slow heart rate going stronger to soft. They almost killed me. I have never felt so weak. My jaw clenches as the ringing sounds scream inside my head.
I can feel my skin baking from the scorching sun above. My cheek rests against what I believe are tiny pebbles.
The taste of hot, gritty sand glides along my tongue as I spit.
“Kill the dragons! Kill the dragons!” I can hear their shouts.
Where the hell am I?
My eyes groggily open and shut, darkness flickering to light as I try to open them for good. But the sun burns them, making it impossible to fully adjust to my surroundings.
I try to roll over, but my cheek slams back into the roasting sand. My fingers stretch wide, brushing against the grittiness of the ground that I see through my lashes. But with any small movement, a sharp radiating pain shoots down my spine and I wince,loudly. My dry lips part, and I suck in a deep, trembling breath.
With all the strength I have, my elbows and knees dig into the sharp rocks, and I taste something metallic. My trembling fingers pull up to rub against my bottom lip, fresh blood smearing along my fingertips.
What did they do to me?
I’m going to kill them.
I try to rise, but my body is too weak. My chest slams into the ground, almost completely taking the air from my lungs.
My hand wraps around my stomach, groaning in agony.
The people cheer at my fall, making my teeth grind together with pure fury.
I’m going to burn them all.
I suck in a deep breath followed by a cough, allowing my body to rest before I try again. But my body stays frozen, unable to lift my weight.
My body is so weak, drained, all I can do is lay in the sun-baked sand. Through my blurred vision, I catch a figure in the distance. I flutter my eyes and that’s when I see him,Koen,laying on the ground, unconscious.
His curls are resting across his face with dried blood and dirt attached to his strands.
No. No.No.
My arm stretches wide, fingers digging into the sand as I pull my body across the ground. I let out a raging scream, feeling thepain shoot down my spine once again. But I force through the agony,I must make it to him.
“Koen!” I mutter out, breathing deeply. “Koen!”
But there is no answer.
I cry out once more, trying to wield the dragons out of my stones, but the stones are dull. Lifeless. No color radiates through them.
