Until, suddenly, the world seems to tremble. The very ground I’m pinned to darkens. At first, my heart leaps in both relief and fear that Dommik has come with his shadows. But it’s not Dommik. “What…” Pruinn jerks away, boot leaving my hand, just as the fae controlling the wood drops dead. My eyes widen when I see his body is now crawling with lines that snake through his skin, turning him a sickly color. Then the lightning fae drops too, one last crackling spark sputtering out as he falls.
Slade!
