Lightning flashed outside the bay window to our left, followed by a boom of thunder that shook the two chandeliers overhead.
The Fae soldiers dotted down the hallway and backed up a few steps. Their faces were full of weariness and unease as they looked at each other. Rain pelted the roof, then clusters of ice thumped across the grass. Hail?
Then the head of one of the horde locust things smacked into the window and I jumped back, gagging. “Are you sure these things will be gone by dawn?” How was I going to sleep knowing these things were rampaging outside and trying to get in?
Malcolm rolled his shoulders back. “As much as I hate waiting, we’ll need to ride them out.” His mouth pressed down into a firm, white line.
“Fine.” I held out a hand because I wasn't going to wait here for those things to break in and eat us. “Give me the blades you promised me.”
“What happened to the one I gave you before ye woke the horde?” Malcolm asked while Darrius looked over his shoulder at me.
“I was kinda busy running for our lives and lost it somewhere.” No way was I going to admit I’d dropped it when he had plowed into me. Either way though, I had a feeling Darrius wouldn’t let me live it down.
Darrius let out a laugh that wasn’t condescending or mean, just pure like I’d taken him by surprise and the hearty sound of it warmed me to my core. “Ye are jokin’, lass. Why would we be stupid enough ta arm ye until we were in enemy territory?”
“Well, I’m in enemy territory right now.” I lowered my hand to my side and clenched my fists, ready to defend myself if needed. “What if those giant bugs break through the magical shields? You’ll need everyone who can fight to do so.” Never mind that I could make my way out of here and slip out when the battle was nearly won was high on my list.
“An’ ye’re an assassin.” Darrius shook his head. “Ye’d stab us in the back or slit our throats at the first chance.”
“So?” I shrugged. I wanted them to worry, to be afraid. And I asked in the most syrupy-sweet voice I could muster. "Would you rather the horde out there rip you apart and feed on your intestines?"
Malcolm shook his head. “If it comes to that, we’ll give you all the weapons you can carry.”
His gaze roved over me, and a quiver started deep inside me.
Both of them within an arm’s reach of me made my libido spike. I felt light-headed like I had drunk too much wine. And I didn’t like the sensation.
I liked being in charge while facing two foes. In the bedroom, I was the opposite, wanting a male to dominate me. Show me his hunger for me. Occasionally letting me take the reins, but never becoming less than an alpha-male full of power and could take what I offered.
Is that what it would be like with these two Fae?
Two gorgeous men who kept me on my toes and made me question everything. Images flashed of them touching me, kissing me, giving as fiercely as they fought.
Darrius’ nose flared and he stared right at me. My cheeks heated and I felt like he saw right through me.
Fuck! Can he smell my arousal?
“Since we can’t travel until the horde return to their underground hive, let’s get you something to eat.” Malcolm brushed past me, breaking whatever bewitchment I had been under.
I couldn't be attracted to these two—Fae—they were my enemy. It had to be some kind of trick they were playing on me. Well, I wouldn't be a fool and follow along to my death.
“Maybe this time you won’t smash anything like you did the food tray earlier.”
And I’d do it again if I had to.
It had taken me a while to figure out the lock on the bedroom they’d put me in, and anger had gotten the best of me.
Now I was famished and heading out in God knows what wasn’t smart. I needed all my strength and wits.
I’d never faced or killed a Gwyllion.
Something told me that if their bones were that deadly, they had to be bad.