Knight of the Goddess (Blood of a Fae, #4)

by Briar Boleyn

I watched as Nightclaw guided his mate away from the battlefield and began to bring them both down some distance from us, towards the forest treeline that stretched to the south. As they disappeared from sight, there was a coughing sound. Belatedly, I realized I was lying on top of Draven.

You watching all of that for all of that time, but forgot to make sure your husband was alive after saving you(again, so useless)…. Wow

We had landed in a good spot, sheltered from the battle and relatively hidden.

Sheltered? How? They were directly over the battle before having this conversation and last I checked, gravity pulled straight down so wouldn’t they just be directly under the brother? How is that well hidden?

“What’s there to see? I’m not very impressive.”

He knows then…

Of course, his easygoing tone was contradicted by him having to stop and catch his breath twice as he spoke.

Punctured lung.

Still, I shook my head. “We need to get you to a healer. You’re not invincible, Draven, no matter what you might think.”

Can’t she heal him?

“Can’t you tell when you’re not wanted?” I said sweetly.

Instead of attacking, knowing your mate is injured… 🙄🙄 Knowing how the last chat ended with your brother attacking… idiot.

His arms struck out, and coils of shadow shot past me. I let out a cry

Instead of striking out your own arms and hitting him with the flex for attacking your injured mate. Weak ass woman.

“I don’t need to,” Draven said through a clenched jaw. “She can do it easily.”

You put too much faith in her Draven. All she’s going to do is watch until you’re almost death and only then will she reach her breaking point and respond… but she’s still going to lose…. It’s a pattern she has.

“Fuck off, Daegen. Just fuck right off.”

And she still does nothing while Draven is tied to a tree.

Draven was struggling against his bonds, but the fact that he hadn’t broken them already meant his wound must have been worse than he’d let on.

And what are you doing? What’s your excuse? You’re not injured…

Furthermore, we’d exhausted ourselves fighting in the skies.

Convenient.

I knew my power would return to me. Even now, I could feel it replenishing. But if my power was a sea, then I had dried it down to a mere pond. I could access it, but there was no guarantee it would be enough to beat my brother who had arrived far more recently and was fighting fresh.

Hold up… there was no mention of exhausted power before she attacked the general that turned out to be her brother. Draven was shadow killing just fine and she threw several fireballs at Daegen . She never said anything about being tapped out. How convenient that she is now after Draven basically just said she would protect him…

“The spear...” Daegen began. Then his eyes narrowed. He laughed.

Maybe she’s the spear and he knows that and therefore knows she talking out her ass.

I cringed, knowing what was coming.

I doubt you do. You’re too ignorant.

“That might have been true at one time. But now?” Daegen laughed. “You have no idea who you even are. I doubt your powers are anything to brag about. And without the sword? You’re nothing.”

Yep, she’s the spear. That explains what her father meant when he why she didn’t even know why she was created…

I nodded ever so slightly, but had no plans to do as he said unless I had absolutely no other choice. Every moment we lingered, stuck here with my brother, Draven was losing blood. What would happen if I drained him dry before we could get him to a healer?

So why don’t you just heal him…

“It is because you are weak.

Ain’t that the truth…

I kept my eyes on my brother.

Instead of striking… remove at least one of his hands…

“A small complication?” I suggested.

Sentence doesn’t make sense.

“Because the only one I have any interest in putting out of his misery is you, Brother dear.” And then we danced.

All that talking… posing with the blade on she picked it up. Draven bleeding to death…

Beneath a full moon, we danced, while beyond the grove, the clash of steel echoed through the night as the battle for Brightwind raged on.

Draven is STILL bleeding to death…

“With mortals. With... different fae. Not like this. So much blood.” He lifted his eyes to mine with the expression of a sullen, hurt child. “How dare you?”

Wow…

“I’ve been going about this all wrong,” I said, hardly recognizing the sound of my own voice. It sounded hollow and far away. But I pushed on. “We don’t need a healer.”

Finally, you realize.

The sensation was visceral... almost erotic. Euphoria danced over my skin, and I longed to revel in it, losing myself in the intoxicating merging of our energies. What was the wind to this? Connected like this to my mate, what was a storm?

Did you forget a little boy died while you wasted time doing all this extra the first time you drew power. Shut up and get on with it.

but even such a formidable alliance had its limits.

Yeah, hopefully they don’t die fucking with you.. always only concerned about yourself.

Even though in the back of my mind, part of me knew what my father had just done out there had gone beyond the powers of any fae king.

So why were Orcades and Darden so… blah.

even after suffering such a brutal and unexpected attack on his people.

It should be “especially after…” not even after.

I cringed. Apparently, the shield had been larger than I could ever have hoped for.

Why would that make you cringe though.

“I suppose I surprised him when I formed that shield. I know I surprised myself.” “Did you?” Guinevere’s expression was as calm as ever, but there was an assessing look in her eyes.

This whole conversation sounds like someone who is bragging because they want to be praised by someone.

“Just how powerful do you think he is, Guinevere?” I said, sharper than I had intended. “As powerful as a fae high king? As powerful as, what? A god?” “Why don’t you tell me, Morgan?” she said softly. “He brought the storm, did he not? Do you know any fae who could do such a thing?”

She just said he was powerful now she’s… contradicting words, talking in circles…

Guinevere sometimes seemed to lack a proper appreciation for the very great honor she had received. One that many women would kill for.

To you she does, but she’s still doin her job.

I might not understand her fully. But that didn’t mean I didn’t trust her. I looked past her at where Lancelet leaned against a pillar a ways down the hall, astutely studying her nails. “No, there’s nothing else.” I forced a smile.

Why say all of that and then still not tell her anything. Ridiculous.

When I entered our rooms, Draven was sitting on a seat by the window, speaking to two men. The four of us spoke for a while, discussing the plans that had to be made.

Um… who are the two men in your bedroom?

Then the two men left, and Draven and I were alone.

I would hope that’s how subtraction works…

“I didn’t think you’d want to go down to the main hall for supper. So I had food brought up for us.” He gestured to a table across the room that had been set with two chairs and a lavish tray atop it, holding a mix of grilled seafood, roasted vegetables, and an assortment of fresh fruits.

So…. He had ordered food that clearly had been delivered before she’d gotten there and considering she didn’t mention passing a servant on the way, it must have been sitting there for a bit… then it sat there while she and Draven both spoke to the two men ( the men that gave the room occupancy a total count of four) and now he mentions the food. Salmonella poisoning on a tray…

Sea birds flew past, and even from here, I could hear the ocean waves.

Isn’t that typically how sound works when you’re in a castle perched right beside an ocean? Would you not heard the waves from basically anywhere in the castle?

“A little cold, too, though,” Draven observed as the wind rattled against the window pane.

Only in the cooler months boo…

“The waves, the views, the wine. Are we moving to Tintagel?”

Isn’t Myntra also by an ocean? Isn’t it an island? 🙄🙄

He sat down on the bed beside me and eyed the tight-fitting red corset I wore

And… here we go. We can’t seem to advance the story in a mature, intellectual way without throwing in a sex scene. Utterly ridiculous.

“Mine,” he said, running his fingers over one of my nipples. He cupped my other breast. “Also mine.” “As long as you accept my rule equally,” I said softly, arching a little under his hands and gaze.

What in the hell does him saying her breast are his have to do with her ruling anything? OMG! This dialogue is atrocious at times. Just phrases stuck together that make no sense! Especially in the sex scenes. If you can’t write good dialogue in a sex scene, just DONT HAVE THEM SPEAK! You don’t NEED to talk during sex OR foreplay!

I thought of our cottage in the little forest glade. “You didn’t sleep last night.” I moved, startled.

Perfect timing there Draven. Now girl spit it TF out. 🙄🙄

I flipped over to face him, narrowing my eyes.

How does that work? He was laying on your tit, so how would you flip over to face him and why would you even NEED to FLIP OVER to face him?

Still, compared to how beautiful you look when well-rested, you looked... well, beautifully unrested.”

I love Draven’s lines most times. That’s one thing the author gets right. Maybe her main characters should be male only because she has struggled with Morgan for all 4 books; weak, stupid, ditzy, always hesitating, rambling instead of acting, always asking dumb questions, immature and no growth despite the things she’s been through… FOUR WHOLE BOOKS…

“What? You think Tintagel is going to be attacked again? Tonight?”

Is that even the point? Is that the only reason you would need to rest? Idiot.

He shivered, then squeezed my waist. “Stop, I’m trying to talk to you.” “And I’m trying to talk to you,” I said, pushing myself against him. Already, I could feel him stirring. “You want me. Again. Greedy, greedy Siabra prince.”

And here we go again with the sex… I guess the author felt we needed another back to back session considering the last one was glossed over… but we really don’t. What we need is for Morgan to grown TF up and be an adult about ish and talk to her husband. So tired of her deflecting. Book 4! FOUR! The last one! And she’s still the same!

“First tell me you’ll sleep after,” he growled.

After? 🙄🙄

“Because...” I took a deep breath. “He’s in my head.”

See? Was that so difficult? Did the freaking world end? Don’t you feel a bit better from being honest and not keeping secrets from you husband and mate? Idiot.

“How long has this been going on, Morgan?”

Morgan, not Silver. Good.

died.” Did I tell Draven everything?

Why does she always ask these dumb questions? She’s the heroine! Not a freaking damsel in distress! She can’t be both in order for the story to sell, author. This is ridiculous.

“My father tried to grab me. In the dream. I fought him. When I woke up, Ulpheas was there.”

Gone leave the whole part out about seeing the Valtain Court and him likely seeing your shit too huh… dumb ass broad.