Den of Thieves: a Reverse Harem Fantasy (The Legend of Tariel Book 2) by Jasmine Walt

Author:Jasmine Walt [Walt, Jasmine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dynamo Press
Published: 2018-03-05T06:00:00+00:00

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Tariel cried out as Sallara blasted her with a green wave of magic. Instinctively, she threw up her own hands, and a lavender shield flickered into life, deflecting most of the blow. Still, the force slammed her into the wall, and Tariel’s vision blurred as the back of her head knocked against the stone.

“Tariel!” Riann cried. He lunged in front of her, but another bandit engaged him, and he was forced to defend himself.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Sallara stalked forward, her fist encased in glowing magic. She tried to blast Tariel again, but this time Tariel ducked the raw magic. It hit the wall, and the passage began to shake, rocks crumbling from the ceiling.

“You’re going to get us all killed, Sallara!” Wellion roared as he ran his sword through another bandit. He and Riann had killed six now, but more kept coming around the corner. Just how many had Sallara summoned? The entire keep?

“Perhaps you should have thought of that before you decided to abandon me,” Sallara snapped.

“Enough!” Tariel flung out a hand and sent a flurry of bats into Sallara’s face. They were an illusion, of course, but Sallara screamed, stumbling back as she desperately swiped the air around her, trying to fend them off. Tariel barraged her with more of the fake bats, strengthening the illusion to make them seem real, as if their leathery wings and small claws scraped at her skin.

“I know what you’re doing!” Sallara screamed, her irises flaring as her eyes opened wide. A magical glow encased her entire body, then rippled outward in a pulse that destroyed the illusion. Her hair whipped around her as if she stood in the middle of a gale, and she raised her hands toward Tariel again, preparing for another attack.

“STOP!” Wellion shouted. He threw a fistful of powder on Sallara’s face, and just like that, her power winked out and died. Snarling, he grabbed her by the throat and shoved her against the wall. “Is this really what you want, Sallara? For our last moments to be painted in violence and death?”

“You’re a traitor,” she spat, ripping her arm away from him. “Violence and death is the only end you deserve.”

Sallara pulled a green vial from her sleeve, and Wellion’s eyes widened in horror as she smashed it to the ground. “Hold your breath!” he cried as noxious green fumes billowed up from the floor. “If you breathe this, it will kill you!”

“Enjoy your last moments,” Sallara said, her laughter echoing down the hall as she raced back up the path. The remaining bandits were already on their knees, clutching their throats as their skin turned a mottled yellow.

Utter terror clenched around Tariel’s own throat as she beheld them, especially when Lord Raffis and Natha began to wobble.

And yet, she felt fine. And Riann did not seem to be affected either.

“Take my hand!” she cried, rushing over to Raffis and Natha. She did not wait for them to answer, but seized them each by the hand and hauled them to their feet.

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