TRUE (A Fire Born Novel Book 3) by Laney McMann

Author:Laney McMann [McMann, Laney]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Publisher: Jagged Lane Books
Published: 2015-09-07T05:00:00+00:00

16

LAYLA

The second I laid eyes on Max, I went into some sort of shock. None of my senses were working correctly. I couldn't fight or think. The real Max—without any guises, black hood, bruises covering his face and neck, or hollowed dark eyes—stood across from me, and I knew I'd been lied to. Instantly remembered the words that had played inside my head when I'd been unconscious in the Otherworld's Infirmary.

'No matter what happens, Lay,' he'd told me. 'Never stop believing in me.'

Hearing Max's words repeating in my head, I couldn't understand what anyone else was saying in the massive room, and I didn't care. My gaze was glued on him. Even with the Fomorian guards gripping my neck, I didn't care. They could strangle me. Choke me out. At least I knew the truth. Max wasn't one of them. Never had been. Justice had been right. I was both relieved and furious. He'd kissed Ana. Kissed her, as himself, as Max. My blood boiled at the memory of his head tipping back to meet her mouth, his lips brushing over her painted pink ones.

I saw red.

Heat puddled down my arms, under the surface of my palms, the itch of feathers crawled across my shoulder blades. The whole deal was a charade. He'd had pretended to have gone over to the Shadows, and I didn't know why. Why he was willing to face off with me in a battle to one of our deaths ... It made no sense, and I tried to focus on that—the reason he'd done it, knowing there had to be a good reason. But my consciousness was fading, the iron grip of the Fomore guard clenching my throat, my feet dangling off the ground. My focus wouldn't hold on anything rational, and only the heat traveling through my veins kept me conscious. All I could concentrate on, and see, were Max's eyes, flicking to mine every few seconds, his hand gripping the dagger slung at his hip, knuckles white. His words from days before rattled in my head—him telling me it was over. The same dark tendrils I'd seen the night before, when he'd killed Ryan, climbed his neck, the underside of his jaw—his Oghams. They were fighting for him, helping him.

I didn't understand why he'd trapped me in the Underworld, allowed me, lured me, to walk into hell willingly because of a lie. I'd rather have told my grandmother to set up the Tuatha Dé Guard and let the Fomorians attack the Otherworld than to stand across from Max in the Shadow Realm preparing to fight. My grandmother could have sounded the alarms the second I'd read that infuriating letter from King Elethan. My vision slipped, blurring Max's face, thoughts fading.

They'd taken Cara and Benny, I remembered in a daze. Forced me to come into the Underworld, and Max knew that, too. Had to have known it. I forced my eyes to stay open. Max's posture was stiff, and I only saw desperation in his grey eyes.

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