Aradhon hit the ground hard, the air rushing from his lungs as the dry heat from the air in the Nether battled against his efforts to suck in a breath. His whole body screamed with the pain the Warrior’s lifemate caused him, blood dripping from his lips and nose. He groaned as he rolled over, hands and knees on the ground as he stared at the charcoal dirt below him.
He wasn’t sure what happened. The human female should have been the perfect conduit for a Gateway between realms. She had traversed both life and death and returned to life once again. She was the perfect bridge. So what happened? Where did her power come from, and how did she escape his clutches? He had her, wrapped in the coils of the spell. He had seen the Gateway open and take her.
The aswang. She helped them, draining the life force from his sacrifices before they could fulfill their function. She betrayed him, and in doing so, she betrayed the Unseelie and especially Prince Dakath.