Dark King by C.N. Crawford

Author:C.N. Crawford [Crawford, C.N.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-22T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

The gwyllion grabbed my breast hard, claws digging in, and I snarled.

Suddenly, Lyr ripped him off me, his features furious as a wrathful god. His eyes burned with gold, canines bared.

I scrambled back, scanning the darkness. I didn’t see any other signs of movement.

I looked up at Lyr, who was speaking quietly in Ancient Fae. Using his magic, he’d suspended the ancient gwyllion in the air. I gaped as the gwyllion’s chest exploded, blood and bits of bone spraying from his gaping ribs. The corpse dropped to the ground, and I choked down my nausea.

I rolled onto my hands and knees, shifting off the shattered glass. I wanted to be sick. I retched for a moment, then looked up at Lyr from the ground.

He stared down at me, his pale hair wafting around him, body glowing with gold. The bodies of six gwyllion lay around him, most with their chests exploded. Unsettling. I hadn’t even seen some of them creep out of the shadows before Lyr had killed them. Catching my breath, I crawled a few inches to reach for the knife that I’d dropped.

“They’re all gone,” he said. “I don’t smell any living gwyllion.”

“You could have let that last one live long enough for us to question him.”

“He angered me.” His voice sounded distant, and he crossed to the clothesline outside the woman’s apartment. The clothes were soaked with rain, but he yanked a large, red soccer T-shirt off the line and pulled it over his head.

Slowly, I rose to my feet, still holding tight to the hilt of the knife.

I let the rain wash the gwyllion blood off. “Are you sure they’re all gone?”

“Yes.”

I hobbled a little as I walked, the glass in my body now deeply uncomfortable. “What’s Nova Ys? The gwyllion said he was looking for Nova Ys.”

“It’s not your concern.”

“Are you kidding? Not my concern?” I slid the dagger into the sheath on my thigh.

Lyr was watching the move very closely, body glowing with gold. “Is that my arm sheath that you have wrapped around your thigh?”

“Yep. So?”

“It’s practically cutting off your circulation.”

“It’s fine.” It actually bothered me that he’d never asked for it back. He’d just let me steal his weapon from him. That was how much he did not see me as a threat.

I started marching back to the empty apartment.

Was there a new kingdom—a Nova Ys? Lyr wore a crown. Had he crowned himself king of my freaking kingdom?

He might be a demigod, but he was not the heir to the crown of Ys. I was.

As we climbed the dark stairwell, the golden glow from his body lit the way.

When we crossed into the room, he sniffed the air. He said, “You’re still bleeding. Worse, now.”

Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, the pain from all the glass cuts was coming roaring back. I needed healing. Then, I needed to sleep for, like, eight days. And after I slept, I needed to punch Lyr in the face until he told me the truth.

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