Forever Fae (Forever Fae #1)(63)
“Nixie is here as well. She says she’s going to help us,” he says.
Relief washes through me, but I don’t have time to answer back because the dark sorcerer lunges and takes me down to the ground. A scream escapes my throat and the impact of the fall leaves me breathless. He pins me to the ground, driving his body down on top of mine, and I can feel the mud squishing beneath my body. His weight has me struggling to breathe, but I know I have to concentrate.
“What do you say, Princess? Is it time to start the show?” He teases darkly.
I don’t even reward him with a response; I just stay quiet. If I yell at him and throw around my temper, it’ll only fuel his determination and I might not be able to escape from that. I just stare at him with a blank expression and he frowns.
“Where’s the feisty and stubborn princess I have heard so much about? I thought you would be more fun and put up a fight,” he provokes.
‘Just wait, dickhead, you haven’t seen me fight yet,’ I think to myself. I’m going to come at him full force when I get off this ground.
I hear Ryder and Merrick screaming in the background, but I can’t see them because the dark sorcerer is on top of me. I just have to play helpless a little while longer. I take a deep breath in and lay my hands flat on the ground beside me. I let go of everything going on and concentrate on the ground and the roots that are holding my men hostage. The dark sorcerer is oblivious to what I’m doing and slowly glides his hand down my body over my breasts to the laces of my brown leather pants.
‘Concentrate,’ I say to myself. He starts to undo my laces.
‘Concentrate.’ The laces are undone.
‘Concentrate’. His hands are reaching down. I clench my hands and grit my teeth, all I want to do is fight him off, but it’s not time yet. I have to be strong. It’s hard to be strong when you’re being touched by a psychotic, magic-wielding prick that wants your power and your body.
I can feel the power of the Black Forest and it’s fighting my magic and trying to block me out, but I feel a push helping me along. That’s weird, I wonder where that’s coming from. Or is it the push of determination I am feeling right now fueling the magic? I don’t know, but I do know that the roots are starting to unwind slowly.
“We’re getting out, Calista. Hit him hard and I’ll follow with mine. Ryder is going to attack being invisible.”
“OK, Merrick, here I go.”
I call upon my fire magic and put as much emphasis on it as I can. It may not be as potent as before with my power being taken, but it will definitely do some damage. I let out a guttural scream that hurts even my ears and I let my power fly. It hits him straight in the face and he quickly backs away from me screaming.
“You, Bitch!”
I jump to my feet and get into my fighting stance. I didn’t train all this time to sit back on my ass. I shout with fury, “You want the feisty and stubborn princess? You got her, f*ckface.” His face literally looks that way, too. It’s slowly starting to heal, but he looks like one of those monsters in the horror movies I’ve watched in the mortal realm.
I look over to Merrick and Ryder. I only see Merrick, and thankfully he is free. Ryder is invisible somewhere so I concentrate on what Merrick’s doing. The dark sorcerer has his back turned and Merrick sends a fire ball straight at him. The dark sorcerer falls to his knees with a grunt, but gets back up swiftly. Ryder appears behind him with his sword drawn and takes a swipe, but he ducks and dodges the blade. Fear washes through me when I see the dark sorcerer reaching for the dagger in his belt. It’s an iron blade and if it cuts one of them, they will die. I have to make sure they hear me so I scream as loud as I can.
“The blade is iron! Don’t let him get too close.”
With the blade being made of iron, it can kill one of us very easily. The sorcerer can hold the blade because he’s not fae, but if we were to hold the blade it would melt the skin off our hands. We would heal from it, but if we were to be stabbed with the blade, we would die.
All three of them are going hard, moving left and right, trying to get in a good hit. Ryder and Merrick are moving great together, but the sorcerer is averting every single move. They’re moving so fast I can’t get a good visual to attack. I feel so damn helpless just standing there.
“You’re not helpless, Calista. We want you to stay back so you don’t get hurt.”
As soon as he says that, my world comes to an abrupt halt. Everything happens in slow motion and I can’t seem to grasp what I am seeing. The soul searing scream that escapes my mouth echoes the scream in my head. I put my hands to my ears and fall to my knees hard. The scream in my head is piercing and filled with the sounds of agonizing pain and fury. The tears begin to fall as I crawl my way to the warrior on the ground. The fighting is still going on around us, but my focus is on the man that I am now pulling into my lap. His breathing is coming out raspy and he reaches over slowly to clasp my hand, hissing along the way from the pain. I sit behind him with his head in my lap and I hold him tightly. I brush his blonde hair off his forehead, and I kiss him there softly. My tears are making it hard to see, so I angrily wipe them away because I don’t want to lose these minutes by seeing a blurry outline of the man that has been my friend for all the years of my life, and the guardian that was sworn to protect me. The gash across his stomach is oozing blood and I can see the poison of the iron blade spreading across his abdomen. How am I going to live without him?