Deception (Facets of Feyrie Book 3) by Zoe Parker

Author:Zoe Parker
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2018-07-30T22:00:00+00:00

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I’M NOT sure I can keep it up, my body hurts, and I see black spots. Any minute now, I’m going to barf all over shiny boy here, and there’s nothing I can do about it. The only good thing out of this shit is that he looks as bad as I feel. My wounds aren’t healing at all anymore, and I’m pretty sure that my Magiks pool isn’t refilling either. I’m fucked nine ways over.

At least I killed that fucking annoying dragon that is my uncle by accident of birth. Dad might be a bit pissed off, but he’ll get over it. I owed that motherfucker a lot. Dad lost his mate, my mother… I lost everything. So maybe some little part of me thought it only fair I get to kill him. I’ll get Dad a Christmas card or something, isn’t that what families do to say I’m sorry?

‘Pay attention.’ Uh-oh, Phobe only gets that tone with me when he thinks I’m doing something unwise, which I am. This guide guy cheated and filled himself full of someone else’s power. My Magiks knew right away that something was wrong. Even with the current imbalance between the dark and light, there shouldn’t be that big of a difference between the two of us. Hell, if we had been on Sidhe land, I’d be the one with the upper hand right now. Instead, I’m the one about to pass out.

The Light Magiks burn when they hit me. He might be a complete wuss when it comes to a bit of hand-to-hand, but he isn’t when it comes to slinging that light shit around. The good thing is, he’s tired too, enough that this—I punch him in his mouth—hurts more. When his Magiks hit me again though, I’m laid out flat.

Spitting the dust out of my mouth I roll to my side to try and climb to my feet only to fall back on my face. Well, this sucks. Pushing myself harder, I try again and fall again. Blood coats my hands and arms, I can feel it running down my stomach to pool at my waistband. Nothing is healing, every part of me is tired, even my hair that is now singed and injured. The silly things tried to bite him, and he fried them.

God, I hope they can heal.

‘Are you quite finished?’ Phobe’s using that pissy tone. I want to tell Phobe I can keep going, I want to so bad, but we both know I can’t.

‘Yeah, for the moment. Can you smack him once for me though?’

‘I shall deal with it—’

‘No! Do not kill him, it will fuck things up and will more than likely kill me. The only one who can take his life… is me. That’s if those fucking books are telling the truth.’ I can feel his frustration at my answer. He’s not the only one, but Jameson was crystal clear when he showed me the old books he found in the library at the Sidhe and well, one day I was bored enough to read them.

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