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.116 Gabrielle EvansDucking his head into the hut, Drakon flinched back and wincedat the screams that met his appearance. Shut up and move it! hebarked. Drakon? Warren was the first one out, dragging a half-nakedman behind him. That look so does not suit you, love. We ll discuss my fashion sense later.Let s go. Pushing hismatted blond hair back from his face, Drakon ducked into the hut andbegan forcing the other captives outside.He couldn t blame them forbeing scared, but they really didn t have time for hysterics.His comrades were doing a fine job of slowing down theHarbingers, but they were still outnumbered.He d already exhausteda lot of energy with the fog and then his transformation, but he dugdeep, calling on his last reserves, and blanketing the clearing in totaldarkness.Vampires and werewolves had excellent night vision.The fae andelves, not so much.He wouldn t be able to hold the spell for long, butwith any luck, it would be enough to get them into the cover of theforest.While the Harbingers stumbled around in the blackness, Drakon steam assembled around him, taking the captives in twos and usheringthem silently along the path that would lead them through the forestand back to the outskirts of the city. I ll get Marcy, Jenna, and Laylan, Craig whispered into his ear. We ll meet you at the turn off on Hickory Road. Watch your back, Drakon replied, his voice no louder than abreath.Leading his mate and a man he assumed was the infamousKennedy along the path, he could feel his power draining, his energyslowly ebbing away.Gritting his teeth, he strained to keep thedarkness enchantment in place, hoping to buy Craig a few extraseconds to get to safety.By the time they reached the last set of torches on the path,Drakon was barely standing, pushing himself forward by sheer will.Accepting the Impossible 117The last bit of magic drained out of him, lifting the enchantment at thecamp and changing him back to his usual appearance.The frustrated cries of the Harbingers rose in volume, becomingfierce battle cries that carried over the distance. Run! He shovedWarren and Kennedy ahead of him, placing himself between themand any approaching danger as they darted into the trees. Where am I going? Warren ducked a jutting limb and glancedover his shoulder. Keep going until you reach the road.Follow it to the south.There will be a car waiting.By luck or some divine intervention, they reached the gravel roadwithout any hindrance. How much farther? Kennedy panted andclutched at his ribs, clearly struggling to keep up the pace. There s a turnoff just around the curve.Keep moving. Come on, Kennedy, Warren taunted. I ll race you. Turning ona burst of speed, he darted ahead, putting too much distance betweenthem for Drakon s liking.The headlights of the dark gray SUV shone brightly ahead, theengine idling and prepared to leave the minute Drakon and his wardswere safely inside. Ha! Warren shouted over his shoulder, even turning tobackpedal so he could properly gloat. I win!A flash of white streaked through the air as a Harbinger explodedfrom the nearby trees, catching Warren around the waist and sendingthem both rolling across the street.Before Drakon s brain had fullyprocessed what had just happened, the fae screeched like somegigantic bird and buried his razor sharp teeth into the delicate flesh ofWarren s throat.Propelled forward by a blind, all-consuming rage, Drakon roaredas he charged the fae.Inch-long canines pushed through his gums,and his fingernails lengthened into dagger-like talons that drippedwith deadly venom.118 Gabrielle EvansThe first swipe of claws raked across the Harbinger s back,pulling a scream from his lips that forced him to release his hold onWarren.The next thrust of talons pierced his shoulder as the creaturereared up and snapped his jaws at Drakon s face.More worried abouthis mate than about doling out punishment, Drakon slammed his fistagainst the Harbinger s temple, knocking him unconscious.Carefully lifting Warren into his arms, he cradled his lover ssmaller body to his chest and sprinted for the vehicle, leaving the faein the street, knowing the poison from his claws would do the rest. Go! he ordered as he ripped off his shirt and pressed the fabricto the side of Warren s bleeding neck. Hold on, Warren.Stay withme. He turned his gaze on Julius [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]