One that succeeded in taking a degree of his bluster and fury from him. “My what?”
Folding her arms over her chest, she cocked a brow at the beast she’d finally subdued. “Aye. Seems we’ve kept a few things from you over the centuries you’ve been imprisoned here. The least of which is that your birth mother, Igraine, was my true blood-born sister.”
Maddor froze. By his expression, she could tell he was debating whether or not to believe her. “You’re lying. Just like you always do.”
“Truth, dearest nephew. Absolute, stinking truth. There is no reason for me to lie over this. And I have another bit of information you might want… that mangy beast you hate so much—”
“Kerrigan.”
Oh, she’d forgotten about that one.
Come to think of it, he had a long, torrid list of those he hated to the marrow of his bones. So much so that if she continued to play this game, they’d be here for weeks.
She shook her head. “Nay, the beast who serves him… Blaise.”
“What about the worthless wretch?”
Scoffing at his tone, she approached his cage ever so slowly, wary of any sudden move he might make against her as she prepared herself for the most fatal blow to his mind that she intended to give him.
Aye, this would take her fair mandrake down a few pegs.
And cause him to hate the others for all eternity.
“There’s something you need to know about our dear Blaise…andhow he’s related to you and yourrealfather. Brace yourself, boy… this is going to kill you.”
More than that, it would make him kill his own father.
***
Medea manifested her sword and charged it with her powers before she caught the first Adoni’s blade with her own. She parried his thrust and drove him back while the others moved around her to battle their individual opponents.
Brogan stayed by Shadow’s side to defend him as they dealt with this newest assault.
Of course the Adoni sounded an alarm. ’Cause keeping quiet would just be too much to ask. Wouldn’t it?
Damn villains. Unlike her, they didn’t have a code they followed. Mannerless pigs.
Urian cursed. “Well, this wasn’t how I saw these events unfolding.”
Falcyn snorted at his sarcasm. “I knew better than to get involved with Daimons and Dark-Hunters. What I get for coming out of my hole.”
With a grimace, Medea lopped the head off her Adoni opponent, then turned toward Falcyn before she engaged another enemy and sought to end him, too. “Stop whining, dragonfly! Why don’t you shift and set fire to them? Make this a little easier on us? Eh?”
“Simple spatial awareness. If either Blaise or I change right now, we’d kill the lot of you, as we’d take up this entire room and you’d be crushed beneath us. Still want me to shift, love?”
Oh. Medea flashed him a grin as she kicked her opponent back. “Please, don’t.”
“Thought you might feel that way.”
Just as they finished off their Adoni and began to make sure there weren’t more, the door flew open.
They turned as one solid group to face this new onslaught.
As tall as Falcyn, the newcomer was swathed in the gold and green armor of an Adoni guard. A thick leather hood covered his head. Muscled and fierce, he stood with the cocksure stance of a warrior who knew how to fight to the bitter end.
Yet he didn’t draw his sword.
Rather, he held his hands out to his sides as if amused by them and their predicament.
