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I didn’t bother giving my opponents my full attention as I watched my mate. These farmhands were no match for my strength and skill.
Izidora took a menacing step forward, and my cock twitched as the moonlight cast her in a haunting relief. The white of the snow highlighted an insidious grin. She feigned a strike, and the male fell right into it, allowing her to slip closer to him and slice deep into his thigh. He stumbled, dropping to one knee, and braced his hand against the ground. She wasted no time slicing up his arm, and with a grunt, he attempted to rise, only to be kicked into the ground with her boot.
She stood over him, blades pointed in two directions. “Not so tough now, are you?” she taunted him, and fuck, I wanted to have her right there. The rage she displayed as she toyed with her opponents was intoxicating, and memories of us fucking after we’d killed her captors in the cave flooded my mind.
“P-p-lease,” he stammered, and she tsked.
“Mercy? Is that what you want?” She lifted a brow at the same time she flicked a sword toward his dick.
“I’m just doing as I was told,” he whimpered, and the scent of piss assaulted my nostrils.
Pathetic.
“I had to do the same thing,” she crooned, tracing the tip of her sword up his abdomen. “But you know the difference between you and me? I thought every day about how to get out of it. You are a sheep who never had the guts to stand up for what you believed in.”
Before he could protest, she stabbed him in the chest. His hands clasped involuntarily around the blade before he collapsed backward.
The last of the Night Fae that dared to confront us fell under my blade next, and in three strides, I had Izidora in my arms, kissing her fiercely as my blood heated with desire. She kissed me back with equal ferocity, and it was hotter than any fire I breathed in my Dragon form.
“You are so fucking sexy when you taunt them, sprite,” I groaned, pushing images of what I wanted to do to her into her mind.
Her aquamarine orbs glittered with delight.“It feels good. The darkness. The power. Holding their lives in my hands and deciding when they should end.”
Setting her on her feet once again, I tucked an errant strand of chestnut behind her ear.“Don’t ever be ashamed of who you are and what you desire.”
She scoffed, shoving lightly at my chest. “Now why would I do that when being me is so fun?”
A wild grin twisted my lips as I followed her back to the huddle of our remaining soldiers. “Where is our next spot?” she asked Zuriel, who stood perched on the edge of the boulder, scanning the area below.
“There,” he pointed, and I hopped up to join him and follow his line of sight.
Across the mountains, small groups fought fiercely, but just down the cliff from our spot, a legion of Night Fae were overpowering a group of Iron Fae and Félvér.
We leaped to the ground, landing lightly, as I commanded, “On me.”
Our group closed ranks, and I uttered the spell to move us to that spot. When we popped into existence, our soldiers immediately broke apart, firing bolts into the backs of the Night Fae. With renewed vigor, the other group fought forward, and we made quick work of finishing them off.
The first streaks of blue swept across the sky as we moved on to the next landing, losing and gaining soldiers along the way. The stars winked out of existence one by one, the sky brightening and revealing the true cost of the battle. Bodies littered most available surfaces, and some resorted to shoving the deceased off the edge to give themselves a fighting change.
Our strategy was working, and as we made our way down the mountain, the frozen waterfalls melted, hot reds mixing with icy blues. But as I scanned the battlefield, taking a momentary reprieve to drink some water, I still couldn’t find the one male I wanted to see bloody and broken in a ravine.
Kazimir.
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Blood coated my armor and streaked my face, mixing with sweat before freezing on my skin. At this high altitude, it was hard to breathe, but I fought relentlessly anyway, back to back with Endre. Drazen and a dozen other winged Félvér were with us, our little unit fighting fiercely in spots that were harder to reach.
When I landed on a narrow path beside a group of Night Fae archers raining down arrows on soldiers below, I slipped a little on the ice, cursing and trying to use my wings to right myself. My sudden appearance shocked the closest male, but he recovered more quickly than I did, drawing a dagger and swiping at me.
The slice in my forearm stung, and I cursed him before blasting him backward with my silvery magic. He stumbled, nearly knocking his companion over, and then both a sword and an arrow were trained on me.
“Traitor,” the archer swore, pulling back his arm.
“At least my emperor isn’t insane,” I quipped, readying to block the projectile.
Before he could release, a gush of ruby sprouted from his neck, and I whirled, Endre poised with his open handoutstretched. The other male charged, and I thrust my sword out, catching him under the ribs. With a forceful yank, I ripped it out and sent him tumbling down the mountain.
“Thanks,” I panted, swiping at my forehead.
