Angela Knight- Master 5- Master Of Dragons by Master of Dragons

Author:Master of Dragons
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-03-24T01:05:24.281000+00:00

Nineva looked up at Llyr, her eyes painfully wide. "I don't know how to do a C-section!"

"I do." Guinevere conjured a dagger. "Hold her, Llyr. And pray."

Varza opened her eyes and cursed in disgust. It was a good thing she'd had the foresight to leave her former body in Gamal's bed. If she hadn't had it to retreat to, everything could have been lost.

She flung the covers aside and sat up, naked. A gesture clothed her in the appropriate court garb, and she rolled to her slippered feet. Careful to keep her gait casual and unhurried despite her screaming anxiety, she strolled from the room and headed down the jeweled marble corridor of the Morven palace.

She needed to leave the palace, and quickly. Once she was beyond its heavy wards, she could gate back to the fortress unnoticed.

If she tried to simply punch through them, Llyr would realize she'd been involved in the attempt on his wife. He might not be able to prevent her escape, but a few well-placed spells would tell him entirely too much about what he was dealing with.

As it was, Llyr would believe his palace guard was riddled with treason. There might be a way she could use that assumption later.

A female Sidhe nodded her head, and Varza gave her a sunny smile despite her simmering anger.

She'd thoroughly underestimated the Avatar and the wolf bitch. The princess was considerably more powerful than she'd believed possible, considering Semira's weakness.

Then there was the werewolf. Varza had known she couldn't transform without killing the baby, but she hadn't realized the bitch could still create claws.

Well, it doesn't matter now, Varza thought in grim pleasure. At least I cost her the brat.

Unfortunately, that meant the sacrifice she'd had in mind was off the table. But as long as Creag had escaped with Merlin's Grimoire, there was always the alternate plan.

The baby was dying. The captain's thrust had pierced his tiny side, just over one hip.

His mother whined, a high-pitched canine sound of distress. She'd assumed wolf form the moment Gwen had pulled her son from her body, thus healing the wounds that otherwise would have killed her.

Nineva rested a comforting arm on her furry back as Llyr cradled the little body in his big hands. His face went fierce with concentration as he sent his magic pouring into his son.

Unlike his mother, the baby was not resistant to spells. Llyr had said he wouldn't gain that immunity until he became a werewolf at puberty.

As Nineva, Kel, and the Magekind watched, breath held, the edges of the horrific injury began to spark, then knit closed. The tiny prince jerked convulsively, then sucked in a breath.

And began to wail, a healthy, full-bodied cry of pure wrath.

Llyr looked up, tears in his opalescent eyes as he looked at the wolf. His relieved smile trembled. "He's got his mother's temper."

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