Chapter 104

onto my eyes. I blinked awake.

Làidir held his wrists, and in his hands was a golden knife. That divine material that came from the pantheon of Romans gods. But I recognised this figure not as a roman, but the cloaked man who served the Unseelie.

The cloaked man who with Jack had decimated my people and I. I sensed for Jack 's distinctive mana trace, but he wasn't here. He was a missile not an assassin. We had a chance if the monster wasn't here. They'd underestimate us, or perhaps not known I was here.

Làidir's muscles bulged, ballooning and showcasing her impressive strength. to keep the blade from penetrating her throat and killing her. The assassin leaned down with the full force of his entire body, but Làidir arm strength matched his entire strength. She did not kick or try to throw him off, in my few moments of gaining clarity, most likely because her entire concentration was on not dying.