“Some message,” Nathan huffed at the dark fae, who had already dropped the gun to his side. “Bit lacking in the punch line considering it was onlylead.”
The fae merely smiled. “Oh Nathan,” he said, so cool and confident that Nathan felt a chill run down his spine and freeze right at the base, “this so wasn’t aboutyou.”
The fae looked beyond Nathan, behind him,behind himback by the doors.
Sasha stood there, so perfectly aligned with where the dark fae had pushed Nathan, it was obviously planned. Everything moved in such slow motion, Nathan almost didn’t believe it, couldn’t believe it—the blood seeping from Sasha’s chest, Sasha’s hand trying to reach for the wound, but shaking too much to do more than tremble in place. Then Sasha looked up, blue eyes disbelieving.
“N-Nathan…”
And then he fell. 36