Eight
Filigree leaps off my neck as I hurl myself out of the way. The arrow strikes a tree with a thwip as I reach into the air for my knives. “Dale, what the hell, man?”
Ten or so faeries, all dressed in the same dark blue uniform, spill through a doorway behind Dale. Male and female, some I recognize and others I’ve never seen before. Guardians and Unseelie faeries fighting together. I never thought it would happen.
“Try to take them alive,” one shouts.
And the fighting begins. Arrows sail through the air along with sparks of all colors. Blades clang and clash. Bats and birds and shards of ice are thrown around. I dodge a small knife spinning end over end toward me and shoot an arrow at Dale before he can throw another blade. Bright green sparks singe my hair, but I drop to the groun
