The Evil Queen (The Forest of Good and Evil) by Showalter Gena

Author:Showalter, Gena [Showalter, Gena]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Inkyard Press
Published: 2019-06-24T16:00:00+00:00

23

Time is of the essence and quickly running out.

Fight, fight, fight and ditch the overgrown lout.

Though I stumbled on my return to camp, I did not fall. Though tears filled my eyes, I did not cry. Though my world crashed and burned around me, I did not crumble again. I had breath, so I had hope. I had fury and hate. I would escape, and I would find Hartly. Somehow.

I just needed to syphon from Roth. And I could. The link remained. What’s more, he hadn’t compelled me to stop, not with him. Unless he wanted me to keep doing it so that Nicolas and Tyler couldn’t syphon from him? Or maybe he’d omitted the command on purpose, to test me?

I’m ready for my F, Professor Roth.

Not yet, not yet. First, I needed my hands free. Then I would use his magic against him. In the clearing, when he’d ordered me to go back to camp, I’d had no immunity to it, even though his power swam in my veins. Therefore, he would have no immunity against my compulsion...

Silly prince. He’d underestimated me to his peril. I almost smiled.

Truly entered my line of sight. Suddenly, I wanted to cry. Clad in a nightgown and cloak, with a bow slung over her back and a quiver dangling from her side, she paced in front of our tent. Vikander stood behind her in battle position, ready to attack any foe who dared approach.

I stepped on a twig, drawing her attention. She whimpered with relief. “Thank the stars! You are safe.” Noticing my bonds, she frowned. “Why is she tied up? Free her immediately, Saxon.”

He’d followed overhead and now landed at my side. “She is a sorceress. The one who syphoned from Roth. We caught her scheming with Nicolas Soren, son of the former overlord.”

“No.” Truly shook her head, dark hair dancing. “You’re mistaken.”

“He’s not.” I lifted my chin, as Hartly had done. “I’m a sorceress, and Nicolas is both my uncle and my stepfather.” Surprise! He’s your uncle, too.

She recoiled, hissing, “Monster!”

And I’d thought our parents’ rejection had hurt. This one cut deeper. Stephan and Violet hadn’t known anything about me, while Truly knew more than most.

“I feared you were going to be locked inside an altilium.” Disgust all but dripped from her. “But you’re one of them. You do the locking.”

Ignore the pain. “I’m not just one of them. I’m the best of them.” Why had I let myself be ashamed of my origins? I could do things most people couldn’t. “I wish I’d taken more from Roth.”

She clutched her stomach as if hoping to ward off a sudden ache. Vikander regarded me with curiosity, and Saxon blanked his expression, revealing nothing.

I didn’t need these people! I didn’t.

I just needed Harts.

“If my sister is hurt...” I contorted this way and that, pulling the garrote wire taut. Again, the pain was excruciating, threatening to fell me. Worth it! I slid my bound hands under my butt, then worked my legs behind my arms, one at a time, without toppling.

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