Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
The trick is getting her to admit it.
I slap my bleeding hand to my chest again, triggering the second attack. It’s the last one I have of this nature. She curses as she goes spinning into the air. This time, she hits a tree hard enough to make me wince. It doesn’t matter. She’ll be fine.
She limps to her feet, her hair matted to her face with blood. “I’m going to fucking kill you.” She charges me.
“No, you’re not.” I drop my dagger to the ground and spread my arms. My body is shaking from the fight and the use of magic and Bowen’s renewed attack on my shield, but I manage to keep my feet as she skids to a stop in front of me.
She lifts her blood dagger, expression murderous. “I’m not bluffing.”
“Neither am I.” I move slowly and grip the front of my already gaping shirt, tugging until one of the buttons pops. “Here’s a nice open target for you.”
She grabs the back of my neck and drags me to her blade, forcing me closer until it pierces my skin over my heart. “I’m very good at finding things, Evelyn.” She speaks softly, intimately. “I found you twice in as many weeks. You don’t think I can find my family heirlooms without you? Don’t tempt me.”
She’s still threatening instead of killing. I’m right. At least, I hope I’m right. “How long do you think you can avoid the Cŵn Annwn in the search of yours? The fact that you managed to do it this long is a small miracle.”
She curses and shoves me down. I land on my ass hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs. I’m slightly gratified when Lizzie drops down next to me. She throws her blood blade to the ground, and it shifts back to liquid almost instantly. “There’s nothing to keep me from killing my way through the lot of them. It might be fun.”
I snort. This is the Lizzie I know. I’m still not entirely certain the threat has passed, but if she’s willing to talk, I’ll do my best not to incite her further. Probably. “You would take a lot of them down before they finally cut you to pieces, but it’s a game of numbers, and you don’t have the advantage. Not to mention, this whole damn realm is water. Your chance of stealing a ship and remaining undetected is almost nonexistent.” I watch her out of the corner of my eye. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
“Just tell me where, Evelyn.”
At this point, there’s no advantage in keeping the information from her. “You know, if you’d ask questions instead of coming through the portal ready to blow our heads off, we could have saved a lot of time and energy. I didn’t even mean to steal them. I was just so angry at you, and you know how comforting I find stealing when I’m upset.”
She lifts a brow, the imperious expression on her face all the more horrifying because she’s covered in blood. “It’s a terrible coping skill.”
“I’m not arguing that.” I very carefully don’t look over my shoulder to where Bowen has gone quiet. Thank the gods he has the wherewithal to realize we’re poised on the knife’s edge. One wrong move starts the fight again. “Your jewels are on the Crimson Hag. They tossed me off the crew after I interfered with them killing a dragon. I didn’t have a chance to collect my things in the process.”
She exhales a soft curse. “That’s convenient. How do I know you’re not lying?”
“Easy.” I almost slump against her shoulder before I remember we aren’t not-girlfriends anymore, and she’s been definitely trying to kill me for the last couple weeks. “You know how much shit I took. Do you really think I have it hidden on my body?”
“It would be simpler if you did.” She pinches the bridge of her nose. “I guess it’s time to steal a ship, then.”
I blink. “That is a huge leap of logic. How the fuck are you going to get anywhere? And did you forget about the entire realm of hostile motherfuckers who don’t take kindly to trespassers?” A tug on my magic makes me turn my head to find Bowen leaning with one arm braced over his head against the shield. His expression is thunderous, and it’s aimed directly at me. Fuck.
“If I let him out, do you think you can resist the urge to attempt to murder him?”
“Evelyn, I am still fighting the urge to murder you. I make no promises.”
Not the most optimistic statement, but I don’t think it’s going to get better. I take in a slow breath and concentrate on breaking the circle. In seconds, Bowen is at my side. His hands clench as if he wants to grab me and drag me away from Lizzie, to put as much distance between us as possible.