KNIGHT IN FLAMING ARMOUR.

Gawking at the scene in front of us, I don’t register anyone close to me until they grab my arms and I’m thrown onto a shoulder.

“Hey! What the…” I glance around.

“Killian?”

“Wait the sword… where did it go?”

“Stop fidgeting. We need to leave, that distraction will not last long.” Killian barks tightening his hold.

I turn or try to turn towards the fireball that was putting the Bright Knights on their asses; the princes included.

“What or who exactly is that distraction?”

“Keon, now shut up, I need to… shit!”

“What… what is it?” I ask when Killian cuts off with a curse.

“Going somewhere pretty boy?”

That voice has me turning so fast I almost fall off Killian’s shoulder. How the hell did he get in front of us? I just saw him engulfed in fire a moment ago.

“Cain,” Killian drawls nonchalant as ever, “What can I say? Places to be people to kill, now if you’ll excuse us…”

“Not so fast,” Cain counters, “Leave her here and you can be on your way.”