The Faerie's Honeymoon by Holly Emma

Author:Holly, Emma [Holly, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Published: 2012-01-11T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

DUVALL reacted on instinct. What his kind did or didn’t do in public was irrelevant. He saw the vampire attack and took action.

He knew he was too late even as he put on his faerie speed. The baluster was down. Belle was flying through the air amidst a cloud of powder from its cracked stone. Five stories up. With a fire truck or a concrete pavement to break her fall. And maybe people on a concrete pavement - which would upset Belle if she injured them.

Too horrified to laugh at the absurdity of worrying about that, he leaped into the gulf after her.

His wings exploded through his clothes, manifesting too quickly for the garments to finish dissolving. People gasped, above and below, his light show attracting attention. They screamed when they saw Belle falling. Duvall didn’t need his wings to fly, didn’t flap them like people expected. They let him spread out his power more precisely, let him change the laws of physics in his vicinity.

Belle wasn’t close enough to change them in hers. The third floor rushed by him, the second by her. Her eyes were half closed, her arms flung out, her expression almost peaceful. The feathery snow fell much slower than she did.

Duvall prayed to a deity he was something of a stranger to.

There, he thought to the power inside him, seeing with a laser focus where she’d hit and break in pieces. Between the streetlamp and the right front tire of the next paramedic van. Where rose petals lay in an asphalt crack. Duvall narrowed his will.

Put me under her.

He blinked - as if he’d created an instant portal in mid air. He was on his back. Her weight hit him with the force of a speeding car, and even his resilient lungs temporarily collapsed. Using his magic to absorb it, he’d taken all the damage he could on himself.

“Medic,” he croaked the instant he was able.

Belle wasn’t breathing. He didn’t know about her heart. He only knew his own didn’t want to break forever.

A weretiger in a flowered bikini top and blue scrub pants rushed to them and knelt. “Sir,” she said. “Are you all right?”

“Her,” he corrected. “Help my wife.”

Strange white spots danced before his eyes, the pain of impact beginning to kick in. He was going to pass out. He must have hit his skull hard.

“Give me a shot,” he ordered the nearby tigers, most of whom were EMTs. They were checking Belle over, seeing if she was safe to move. “I need adrenaline.”

“Sir ...”

“Someone attacked her. Vampire. Could still be hunting her.”

A male EMT met his eyes, decided he was more useful conscious, and moved immediately at were speed. Metal pricked him between his ribs, the angle odd but what was available. Duvall gasped as the drug hit his heart.

“Breathe,” said the paramedic. “Let the first rush pass.”

He tried to breathe, but they were rolling Belle off his body onto a stretcher. They’d put a collar around her neck, though he saw her spinal energy flowing as it should.

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