MERCILESS IS MY CROWN (WICKED REALMS #3) BY L.A. MCGINNIS – eBook Details Online
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TAVION MONTGOMERY
Huddled around Anaria’s unconscious form, I kicked my horse to a
gallop, the tunnel walls blurring as we streaked toward the exit.
This breakneck speed was suicidal in such a narrow space with no
light, the hewn walls rough enough to shred flesh from bone within seconds
if I miscalculated.
If my beast stumbled.
Zor’s shout of warning echoed through the darkness behind me, but I
didn’t stop.
We couldn’t get out of these fucking tunnels fast enough because Anaria
was writhing—fucking writhing—in my arms, her sweat-slicked body
burning up, every keening whimper tearing holes in my heart.
We’d been in the tunnels for hours when Anaria collapsed, Corvus’s
poison flooding her system, but we didn’t have hours to find her help. She
was running out of time, if I didn’t get her to a healer soon. I hugged her
closer, feeling every frantic beat of her racing heart thudding against mine,
counting down the moments she had left.
The tunnel spit us into the now-verdant forest of Caladrius, and I ground
my teeth when I realized the others were too far behind for my wolf’s
hearing to detect. I brushed back her sweat-slicked hair. “Hang on, Anaria.
I’m taking you somewhere safe.”
Every instinct urged me to take away her pain…but I didn’t have that
kind of magic.
Night was on us, but my wolf’s keen eyes picked out the Reapers
circling above the deserted city, their shadowy forms outlined against the
star-flecked sky.
This was too fucking dangerous. I glanced into the darkness behind me,
but there were no sounds from the tunnel. Too slow. They were moving too
fucking slow. Although…I took another look at those Soul Reapers. Maybe
this was good.
A large group would only draw attention.
“I’m taking you to the Wynter Palace,” I murmured. “We’ll wait there
for the healer. Torin had better fucking come through, or I swear I will gut
her.” Maybe Anaria’s lips twitched, but I couldn’t be sure.
I urged my mount into the trees, heading for the narrow stone path
leading to the castle jutting like a spear from the mountainside, the main
tower tall enough to pierce the shifting mist that always gathered around
this place, shrouding the entire mountainside.
One wing thrust out over a deep ravine, nothing beneath it except a
dizzying drop and the far-off roar of water, thundering from a series of
waterfalls spilling off the surrounding cliffs. I’d seen Anaria’s face the first
time she’d seen the palace.
Awestruck. Like she was glimpsing the impossible.
I hated this fucking place.
Hated the sins I’d committed in the name of the king, the innocent
blood I’d spilled.
Only Anaria’s survival could make me go back, but just as the Wynter
Palace came into sight, disaster struck.
A simple stumble, my horse’s hoof sliding off a rock, sent a shower of
stone tumbling into the ravine beside us. Barely a handful, but the noise
echoed like a mountain avalanche.
I reined the beast to a full stop, dragging my cloak over us both as the
Reapers stopped their lazy circling and floated in our direction like wisps of
clouds moving against the wind. I held my breath as they closed in…Then
Anaria whimpered.
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