Nights of Iron and Ink by Shannen Durey

Nights of Iron and Ink by Shannen Durey

Author:Shannen Durey [Durey, Shannen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shannen Durey
Published: 2021-04-05T22:00:00+00:00


11

I crashed into something hard and fell on my butt. What the dark? There was nothing but open space. The throbbing in my rear told me otherwise.

Before I could investigate, Ronan appeared beside me, extending a massive hand to help me up, his giant sword in the other. He pulled me to my feet, then swiped out with his sword. The blade didn’t make it more than a few inches before some invisible force stopped its path with a thud.

“There is a wall here.”

I reached out to where the Fae Lord’s sword hung midair and sure enough, my hand met something solid. It felt rough and cold, like stone.

“It is a magical boundary of some sort,” he said and withdrew his sword, returning it to his back. The Crone must have stepped up her security measures since I’d been gone. This barrier didn’t exist five years ago.

I began walking along the wall, raking my talons along it. The accompanying scratching sound grated on my ears, but I needed to know how far this boundary extended and if we could walk around it. A couple hundred feet later and the boundary still trailed on.

The Crone wasn’t stupid. She wouldn’t create a barrier someone could simply walk around. We had to find a way through the unseen structure to get to her. The Death Witch had delivered me to her door, but apparently, it was up to me to find a way inside. She gave nothing freely, not even an entrance to her home.

BOOM!

The bullet I fired cracked against the barrier, then ricocheted. Something sliced across my cheek, setting the skin there on fire.

“Ow,” I grumbled, clutching my face. Okay, so we weren’t going to shoot our way through.

A hand landed on my shoulder, urging me to turn right toward a mountain. Ronan dipped his head and gently guided my hand away from the injury. Cool air burned the unprotected wound, but I was too shocked by my own stupidity to stop him.

Ronan's face was uncomfortably close as those steel eyes assessed my injury.

“The bullet just grazed you,” he declared then stepped back, but not far enough. With his colossal form so near, he somehow made the surrounding forest small by comparison.

I peeked up at him as he studied the invisible enemy in front of us. There was nothing soft about the Fae Lord. His eyes were hard, the planes of his face sharp, and the angle of his nose crooked. The most prominent of his facial scars, the curved line that stretched from ear to chin and sliced through both his lips, gave his mouth a vicious edge. Then there was the ink starting at his collar bone and extending outward down his back and arms. I still couldn't decipher what the inked images were. Every time I focused on it, the images blurred together like the ink was hiding a secret it didn't want me to know.

My eyes drifted over to where Finn stood, drinking from his canteen. His dark



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