Aedion backed away another step, his arm
burning and burning and burning, blood
pooling inside his armor.
The prince stalked after him.
A whip of dark power launched for Aedion,
and he again took it on his shield. Let it send
him tumbling to the ground, landing atop the
ironclad body of one of the Bane.
His breath turned sharp as the knife that
had stabbed him.
The prince paused before Aedion.
“Feasting on you will be a delight.”
Aedion hefted his shield over himself,
bracing for the blow.
The prince made to lift the bloodied dagger
to his mouth again, eyes rolling back in his
head.
Those eyes went wide as an arrow broke
the skin of his throat. Right above the collar.
The prince gagged, whirling toward the
lily
(lily)
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