Conn Claudy [Legend 04] Free Falling (pdf)

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my authority. She seemed to genuinely want to learn everything I could teach her, and
my enfant learned quickly, too quickly for her own good.
She knew how skilled she was and was impatient to use those skills. She was
impulsive and reckless. She was unwilling to practice the arts I had taught her and instead
looked expectantly up at me waiting to hear how awe-inspiring she was.
In truth, the expression on her pert face made me smile inwardly. She was in many
ways an innocent. How could she not be at her age?
She was sheltered by her parents and lived in a human world where she knew nothing
but coddling and affection. She wanted me to tell her good girl . She wanted me to shout
out how very skilled I thought she was, but I could not. Why should I pander to her in
that way and serve to embolden her self-assurance?
She moved with the sword as though one with it. I was, in fact, truly amazed by her
skills. She was proficient in all the things I had taught her, and it was important, because
very soon she would be in harm s way. The thought of her facing Gais was nearly more
than I can bear. He was filth, not worthy to stand against the perfection of her soul &
I needed time to myself, to work on my own patience to work on my own emotions
and check them. I needed time to come to grips with the fact that she was rough and
tumble, and overly enthusiastic, and brave to a fault so brave that in spite of her youth
she captivated my admiration.
I am Dant�, Prince of Lugh, and I already knew how fickle a woman s interests can
be. I did not mean to be entrapped by a human female s charms. She might be Daoine a
Daoine princess but there was the human in her.
Radzia worried me. She would throw herself into the fight without thought to her own
safety. She would charge at Gaiscioch & My mission was to keep her safe. My queen
told me that she was the important link in the prophecy, but I find myself wanting to
protect her because of the soul that shone in her eyes & and another feeling I should not
have, but did. When I was with her I found myself wanting to touch her.
I am Dant�, Prince of Lugh. I had more than seventy thousand years at my back. I did
not get maudlin, and yet &
Scotland highlands rolled out before my eyes. The hills fluctuated in beauty and made
what the humans called a patchwork quilt of the land. It was an apt description. I love
the lay of MacDaun with the Caledonian pines and the smell of the mountains with their
glorious lochs.
And all at once, even as I relaxed to the sweet breath of nature, the wavelength I had
installed between my enfant and me when she was sleeping called to me. My Z was in
danger!
I immediately shifted and & bloody hell!
* * *
Everywhere I looked, I saw gray blood and gore. The sidewalk was covered with
globs of repugnant goo, and I told myself, Z, you must be a natural-born killer & none of
this really disturbs you. I looked at my clothes. Oh no I couldn t walk into a shop
bloodstained. I used magic to clean my clothes and my skin, but even so, I could still see
stains.
Before the actual bloodletting began, I had immediately enacted the ar dhuine, one of
our concealment spells. I didn t want the children to witness what was about to take
place. They saw grandmothers; they didn t see monsters, so I hid the entire scene from
them.
The two guys in leathers fought like they had been doing this awhile. We never spoke,
the three of us. It was as though we were programmed to work together as a team. We
clicked immediately as we went into warrior mode. There was a science to our
movements. Yes, the killing was savage, but it was done with precision.
We neatly, easily formed a line as we advanced and invited no, taunted the
Unseelie to attack. They broke their back to back and attempted to lash out with their
poisonous claws. That wasn t happening today. I remembered what Dant� had told me
about enacting a personal shield. I did, but because it isn t foolproof, I still was extra
careful. The two hotties in leathers at my side didn t seem concerned as they ducked and
lunged and drove their weapons home.
We were fast on our feet and precise, oh so precise with our swords. One ugly
Unseelie after the other was sliced, diced, and had its head neatly severed.
When it was over, only two Unseelie remained standing. They looked at us and started
slithering off as fast as they could go. I wanted to give chase, but the two big guys
stopped me, one of them physically (the one who had arrived on the scene first). When he
spoke, his masculine, low-throttled voice was soft and low. Nay, lass & doona go after
those two. He grinned wickedly and added, They are headed right into more trouble.
I considered him and wondered if that meant there were more where he came from. I
turned to the mess at my back and sighed. I thought I had better blink what was left of
the Unseelie and their innards into another dimension when all at once the bodies, the
goo, the gore, all of it & gone. Okay, I had to ask, Who are these guys? [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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