A Breath of Sunlight by Sydney Winward

Author:Sydney Winward
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fantasy romance, romantic fantasy, magic, fae, valkyries
Publisher: Silver Forge Books
Published: 2021-08-17T00:00:00+00:00

A surge of energy burst through Calle as if a dam broke. Strength returned to his body. Magic pulsed and pushed against every inch of his core until the heat burned him too much to keep it inside.

Golden magic exploded on all sides of him, burning everything it touched. The men around him screamed as they caught fire before falling over dead. Many more jumped over the edge of the cliff as if to douse the flames in the unforgiving sea below. With his magic returned to him, he threw aside his sword and instead fought with streams of golden magic.

He felt powerful. Unstoppable. Like a force of nature.

When his opponents began to flee toward the safety of the woods, he started to chase after them.

Only to realize the expectant flutter of wings didn’t follow.

Panic effectively smothered his magic like a flame without oxygen as his gaze darted around the cliffside. Dozens of bodies lay on the ground. Blood soaked much of the once-green grass.

And then the flash of white punched the air out of his lungs. His entire body froze at the sight of Skaja unmoving on the ground.

He gasped in a ragged breath when it felt as if a knife slashed his heart open and let him bleed out. Tears stung his eyes. His feet broke through the ice of his shock as he stumbled toward her.

“Skaja!” he cried, shaking her shoulders.

Nothing.

Blood covered everything from her wings to her hair to her clothing. He almost didn’t notice the thick red liquid escaping a wound in her abdomen.

He placed his fingers against her neck to feel a faint pulse.

She was still alive.

His tears blinded him as he picked up her limp body in his arms. His wrist screamed in protest, but the pain was nothing compared to the festering ache in his heart.

“Calle!” a voice shouted, and he turned his head to find his childhood friend, Joel, racing over the fallen bodies toward him.

“Joel.” His voice didn’t work right. Everything hurt too much to speak correctly. “Help me carry her to Cian’s cottage. I need to get her somewhere safe.”

Together, they managed to carry her back to the cottage and laid her on the kitchen table. When Joel played his flute, orbs of golden light lit up the darkness to reveal the damage done to Skaja. It was worse than he’d originally thought. The wound still bled, but her wings...

They looked bent and broken beyond repair.

“Help me get her cleaned up,” he ordered as he took charge and cut away the fabric of her dress nearest the wound. It had been so long since he’d used magic, but it greeted him like a long-lost friend, pleasant and eager to please.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and placed his hand against the wound. His magic raced into her body, feeling, seeking, healing. He located the root of the damage and poured his magic into it.

“Don’t die on me,” he begged.

Perspiration dripped down his forehead and soaked his chest, both at the exertion of not using magic after so long and from fear of losing her.

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