Page 103 of The Light Falls

While I was distracted by everything else, Brina pulled the Killian Blade from Allandra’s chest and now holds the tip of it against my heart. One prick, and I’m dead.

Cormal blinks. The only indication of his surprise. None of us thought to watch Brina.

“Where did the crown go?” she asks me furiously.

“How the hell should I know?” I ask with an incredulous look. “It’s an ancient artifact. I don’t control it.”

Furious, she raises her arm and stabs… straight into Cormal’s heart.

He staggers, and I grab him. The weight of him takes me to my knees.

“Fuck!” He roars.

Brina reaches down and yanks the blade from his chest, causing a fresh spate of cursing from Cormal.

Pressing my hands against the wound to stop the flow of blood, I realize Cormal needs a few seconds to catch his breath. I look up and glare at Brina. “You missed.”

She gestures toward Cormal and smirks. “Looks dead center to me, but don’t worry, you won’t have to watch him suffer.”

Forcing a laugh, I sneer at her. “Don’t you know anything? It’s a Killian Blade.”

She looks down at the dagger in her hand, her face puzzled.

I deliberately heave an exasperated sigh and roll my eyes. “It was created to kill Fae, not other immortals. All you did was piss Cormal off.”

Cormal throws up a hand and sends Brina flying into the marble column. Her neck breaks, and she slides to the floor. Not dead but incapacitated for a few minutes.

Camon hurries over, but instead of checking on his mate, he picks up the Killian Blade and turns toward us.

Cormal holds up his hand, but Camon’s a High Fae, and he’s powerful. He counters every spell Cormal throws at him.

Only a few feet away, I hold up a hand, hoping the blade will come to me, but Camon tightens his grip on the hilt.

“Good try,” he taunts.

Suddenly, a swirl of black shadows erupts from the floor, a thin wire wraps around Camon’s neck, and his head drops to the floor beside Allandra’s body.

Faery fire erupts across both bodies turning them to ash. The crowd instantly backs away from this new threat.

“Madoc,” I say with a hysterical laugh.

The beautifully scarred man strides over and helps us stand.

I look up at him. “Your timing is impeccable.”

Madoc looks around at the light Fae with a sneer on his face, then turns to me. “I was worried about you.”

My lips twitch at his admission, knowing he’s only repeating my words. I look at Cormal. “Where?”

“The Abbey,” he says, gritting his teeth. He glares at the tall Fae beside us. “I suppose he’s coming too?”

I hold out my hand to Madoc. “Join us?”

Madoc’s steel-grey eyes assess Cormal, then move to me. “Yes. Until we find Leandra, I go where you go.” A large strong hand grasps mine, and the three of us slide into the shadows.