About a Dragon (Dragon Kin #2)(98)

Brastias called to Annwyl, “Talaith approaches!”

Annwyl pushed the body off her sword and turned to face the woman originally sent to kill her. The horse slid to a stop in front of the queen and Talaith dismounted like she’d been born in a saddle.

“Arzhela’s taken Izzy.”

The queen’s green eyes darkened with intent. “What do you need?” Annwyl never wasted time with useless questions like “What happened?” or “When?” Those questions would come later.

“I need Hamish.” She looked at the hundreds of troops between themselves and the Madron leader. “He has the key that will take me to Izzy.”

“I doubt he will just hand it over.”

“He will to me…when I’m done with him.”

Annwyl nodded. “Then follow me. And prepare to put your skills as a killer to use, witch. Brastias, Danelin. Stay behind Talaith.”

Annwyl faced the hordes of warriors, her two swords at the ready. “Anything not in our colors…dies.”

With those last words, Annwyl moved forward and destroyed all in her way.

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In the time it took Annwyl to cut through the line of men to get her to Hamish, Talaith had only killed three soldiers. The rest who dared to approach them, the queen dispatched with a swipe of her steel.

No wonder Fearghus didn’t stop her from going into battle. Her rage combined with her battle skills made her one of the deadliest warriors Talaith had ever seen.

Good. She needed this deadly warrior to take her to Hamish. Then she would take it from there.

“Take him, witch. We’ll need to deal with them.”

Hamish’s soldiers attacked the small group, forcing Annwyl to focus her attention elsewhere.

Talaith looked up to see Hamish, in full armor, standing on a high battle carriage so that he could survey the battle around him. He called out orders to his commanders and they called orders to runners. It was a good system, but no one counted on Annwyl’s desire to kill absolutely everything at the moment.

“Well, well. The Betrayer.” Hamish leaned over, staring down at her with a smirk she couldn’t wait to slap off his face. “What’s wrong, love? Missing something?”

His commanders surrounded the carriage, protecting him from the ground soldiers. She had no doubt as soon as the dragons reached this far, he’d move his location. But for now, he was feeling extremely safe.

“You cross worlds to get to your goddess. I need the key that allows it,” she said simply.

“I’m sure you do, but you won’t be getting it from me. Perhaps if you beg her or—”

Unwilling to waste her time, Talaith slashed the throat of the guard nearest her. Another moved on her, but she slipped out of his reach and slashed the throat of another. She went low, slicing the inside thighs of two guards. The back of the ankles of two others. She stuck her blade in the kidney of another, then grabbed hold of the side of the carriage. The blood-covered blade between her teeth, she climbed quickly using only her arms.

Talaith reached the top, but she had to release one hand and lean back to avoid the sword of another soldier. He extended to grab her, allowing Talaith to take hold of his arm and yank him off the carriage. She easily swung herself over the top with her one arm, landing in a crouch in front of a startled and clearly frightened Hamish.

Finally, he went for his sword, but it was too late. Talaith removed one of the pins from the leather of her dagger hilt.

Talaith stuck the pin into key points on Hamish’s face.

Surprised, he only stared at her. Then he dropped, the sound of his armor crashing to the carriage floor harsh even as the sounds of battle and cries of dying men filled her ears.

She slipped the pin back into her dagger and her dagger back into its sheath. “Tell me where the key is and I’ll kill you quick. Play with me and I’ll let you suffer like this until the poison kills you. And I assure you that will be hours from now. Choose.”

He didn’t answer as his body instinctively fought the effects of the poison. But she knew it would only be a matter of time. Hamish lasted until he’d become completely paralyzed, blood streamed from his eyes, and green fluid poured from the side of his mouth.

“Tell me,” she ordered.

“Me,” he puffed out between gasps of excruciating pain.

“What about you?”

“Me,” he said again.

Guessing at what he meant, Talaith went to him and proceeded to remove his armor, cutting the leather strips that held the pieces in place. She reached his chainmail shirt and pushed it up under his chin. Arzhela’s talisman hung from a gold chain, both of which she’d seared into Hamish’s flesh.

Taking her dagger, Talaith touched the blade tip to the chain. No, she’d have to dig it out. So she did. Burying the blade right under his skin and ignoring Hamish’s gurgling screams, she worked the chain and talisman from their resting place. Once she had enough to get a good grip on, she grabbed hold and ripped up. Flesh split apart and blood flew as she tore it from his frame.

Once she had it, she stood.

“Wait,” he demanded when she started to walk away. “Kill me,” he begged. “Promised.”

“Did I? I must have been lying. Enjoy your death, Lord Hamish. May it be long and oh so very painful.”

Now that she had what she wanted, Talaith wasted no more time. She went over the side of the carriage, expertly working her way down until her feet hit land. Most of the soldiers who’d come to help Hamish were dead, Annwyl standing in the middle of bodies and their corresponding pieces.