Narrowing my eyes, I glare back at her. “I am going to kill you one day. Mark my words.”
“Oh really?” A cruel smile stretches her lips. “That’s going to be very difficult without eyes.”
Bane’s gaze darts to her in what almost looks like surprise, and he opens his mouth to say something.
A massive black dragon shoots down from the sky.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
My heart soars as Draven lets out a furious roar before dragon fire streams from his mouth. It barrels towards the Icehearts, who yank up thick shields of ice to protect themselves. But the moment their focus is elsewhere, Grey darts away from them and towards our side. Hana does not.
She remains standing close to Bane while dragon fire slams into the protective ice walls that Bane and Jessina summon. While continuing to dive steeply towards the ground, Draven breathes that thick torrent of fire right into their ice shields. The heat of it is so intense that the rest of us have to yank our arms up to protect our faces. But it buys Draven enough time to reach the ground.
Black smoke explodes across the grass as Draven hits the ground with a boom and immediately shifts. The smoke drifts out over the red-glittering sea to block out the setting sun for a moment before storm winds suddenly howl around us. They wash away the smoke, revealing the most perfect sight to ever exist. My mate.
Draven Ryat appears out of the billowing smoke like a true shadow of death. Lightning crackles around him as he flares hismassive black wings and flies at full speed towards us. Isera, who was standing closest to where he landed before he shifted, jerks back in shock as he almost slams right into her when he reaches her. Yanking his hand up, he grabs her iron collar and rips it off.
Then his eyes meet mine while he continues his flight towards the rest of us. Relief and rage fight like wolves in his beautiful golden eyes when his gaze lands on me.
It makes my heart flutter, but I yell, “Grey!”
While I would do anything to get my collar off right now so that I can use my magic, the most important person to free is Grey. As soon as his collar is off, he can open a portal for us all to escape.
Draven jerks his chin down in a nod and swerves in the air, heading straight for Grey.
Spears of ice shoot towards his wings.
I scream.
A crack echoes across the red-stained landscape as the spears smack into a thick ice wall right before they can hit Draven. Gasping in a breath of relief, I snap my gaze to Isera, who managed to protect him. Draven continues towards Grey, but more ice attacks are already barreling for him.
Forced to abandon his efforts to reach Grey, Draven twists around in the air and sweeps a rush of storm winds at the ice spikes heading for him. It manages to shove them off course enough to miss him, but Jessina is already attacking him again.
“Draven,” she grinds out while shooting spears of ice at him.
Next to her, Bane is yanking up ice wall after ice wall to protect himself from Isera’s furious attacks. Her blue and silver eyes burn with revenge as she hammers him with everything she has.
“Haven’t you learned by now?” Jessina says to Draven, her voice full of smug mocking. “You will never be skilled enough, never be powerful enough, to beat us.”
Their massive silver wings flare out wide as both Jessina andBane increase the intensity of their attacks. Suddenly, Isera is being pushed back. Her fury might be stronger, but she has still been wearing an iron collar for the past few days. Her strength is not at full power. Gritting her teeth, she desperately tries to get her momentum back as she blocks Bane’s attacks with shields of ice before throwing shards and spears back at him.
A short distance from her, Draven is alternating between barely blowing Jessina’s ice away with his storm winds and shooting white bolts of lightning at her.
Isera sucks in a sharp breath as one of Bane’s ice shards slices through her arm at the same time as another one takes her in the shoulder. Next to me, Orion lets out a low snarl.
And all I can do is stand there uselessly on the grass and watch. My mind is screaming at me to help. To do something. But with the iron collar still on, there is nothing I can do. I’m not some badass warrior who can plow through enemy ranks with a sword. I rely heavily on my magic to be dangerous. And I’ve made peace with that. I can’t be good at everything. I know that. But Mabona’s tits, it’s still fucking sucks to just stand here like a useless spectator.
“We need to distract them,” I hiss to Orion, who is also severely limited without his magic. “All we need is to buy Draven enough time to reach Grey.”
The Unseelie King jerks his chin down in a nod. “Agreed.”
Sweeping his gaze back and forth, he looks for an opening. I do the same but quickly realize that we don’t have a lot to work with. A kind of steady understanding settles within me as my mind comes to a conclusion.
“How quick are you to dodge?” I ask.
Orion, who seems to have come to the same conclusion, just lets out a humorless breath and says, “I guess we’re about to find out.”
We sprint forward.
