Of Blades and Wings (Flame Cursed Fae, #1)

by Eliza Raine

I make a mental note on my tally. 653. I've survived another one.

"You're welcome. You know, that terrifying-as-shit fire-fae was out in the hall when I came in here." I frown, my pulse quickening. "I think he's following me."

"Do you make a habit of breaking rules?" I give him a look. "Says the fae locked up for breaking someone's nose." "Haven't you heard, princess?" A wicked gleam lights his eyes, and a smile that is pure sin curves his lips. "I'm the villain of Featherblade."

Something huge and white soars over the top of my head and smashes into the Frost Giant, sending it flying back ten feet or more. I skid to a stop at Kain's side. He's barely conscious, but he's alive. I snap my head back up to see an enormous bear, larger than I knew could exist, tearing a chunk of ice from the Frost Giant's neck. My ears begin to ring, and my vision narrows as the Giant howls, then collapses to the dirt. I drop to my knees, my breath not coming properly, my senses dulled. Something is happening to me. My skin feels too tight; my body isn't working properly. Kain is saying my name, and there is the beat of wings overhead, but all I can see is the behemoth of muscle and white fur before me. Freya and the fates above. The bear's massive black eyes lock on mine, the only real thing I can see in my blurring vision, and I know. She's my val-tivar.