Chapter Eighteen
Brea
“Brea!”
Brea whirled around to find Griff pushing himself to his feet. Blood ran from a gash on his cheek, a river of life flowing down his beautiful skin.
The magic inside of her wanted to go to him, to save him. But none of this would end if she didn’t stop her aunt.
An Iskaltian soldier ran at Griff, and Brea sent a wave of her waning Eldurian magic toward him. He flew through the air, landing on the ground with a thud.
“You get one, Griff!” She couldn’t let his fate distract her from saving all the fae realm. Husband or not, he hadn’t been on their side until Regan turned on him. Her eyes scanned the fight, looking for the people who’d been in this with her since the moment she was put into that jail cell in the human realm.
Lochlan grappled with two Fargel
