I speed toward Jacoby in a zig-zag pattern. Fortunately, all the warriors are still shocked and waiting for orders. I leap toward a particularly large orc, using his broad back as a springboard to leap over a cluster of winter elves. Some winter fae grab ice arrows from their quivers and aim for me and Grayson. Still, their movements are sluggish and unsure.
Jacoby stands in a pool of moonlight. He looks as if he’s ready to slice me open. Even so, I’ve seen that look on Jacoby before. He can’t seriously plan to kill me and my mate… right?
As I close in, I’m starting to question my friend’s loyalty when it happens.
Jacoby winks.
Screeches echo down from the sky. Shadows crawl across the ground. A fresh jolt of adrenaline moves through me as a legion of harpies swoop in. Elise flies at t
