Chapter One Hundred and Nine.
“Whatever you do, Fitz, do NOT shoot that f*****g death water at me. I am on the back of one of these fuckers, and my nerves are f*****g shattered!” Edvard's strong voice boomed inside Fitz’s mind.
The king let out an audible sigh of relief to hear his beta.
“STAND DOWN. STAND DOWN. AND GET RID OF THE EVIDENCE OF THE DEATH WATERS, AND THOSE CANNONS, ASAP. I REPEAT, STAND DOWN, THEY ARE FRIENDLY’S,” Fits voice boomed above the madness, both audibly and over mind link. He was eager to know why Edvard had disappeared with the dragons.
Giselle moved her finger and thumb in a small circle, creating a bubble which began to grow, before she cast it out towards the buckets already filled with the death waters, protecting them from spillages, as they raised into
