Page 48 of Bound By Love
Twisting to face Kirkau again, she pulled back her fist and slammed it into his revolting face. She’d always been fast and strong, but the threat to her mate and the color flooding her had doubled her strength as she hit him repeatedly.
Something crunched as Kirkau staggered back but didn’t release her. His hooked fangs sliced her skin and spilled more blood as she fought him.
The chains around Saber’s ankles jerked to a halt. He tossed aside another Savage as he sat up. His broken fingers and wrists made movement difficult, but he managed to grasp the manacles locked around his ankles.
Metal twisted, and pieces broke off as more Savages piled onto him. Yanking the chains toward him, he didn’t get a chance to use the newly removed shackles as a weapon before the Savages pinned his arms to the floor.
But he did get his feet braced underneath him, and shoving up with his hips, he threw some of them off enough to free a hand. With quick movements, he encircled the chain around one of their necks and pulled the Savage over the top of him.
The Savage’s legs kicked a few of his brethren in the head and knocked some of the others back as Saber used its body to batter some of the other Savages off him. He needed to clear enough of a path to get to his sword and Caro.
If he could get to his sword, they could get away. Spinning toward his mate, he launched to his feet as a new sound emerged.
It took him a few seconds to realize the walls were pulsing with the beat of approaching footsteps. At first, he thought more Savages were descending on them, but then fire erupted from the crowd, and ashes flew into the air.
The Alliance!Saber was too stunned to move. He’d hoped they would come if only to save Caro, but he hadn’t expected them to do so.
If he’d been Declan, Killean, or any other Alliance member with a mate, he wouldn’t have doubted the Alliance would do everything they could to save them. But he’d been one of them for years and never truly considered himself oneof them.
He’d never allowed them to become his friends or allowed himself to experience the bond they all shared. But they’d still come for him and Caro.
He’d never felt more humbled in his life. He wanted to sink to his knees and thank whatever brought them here, but the fight was only beginning.
They were vastly outnumbered, but the presence of the Alliance buoyed his strength and determination. Wrapping the chains around his hands, he fisted them as he punched the two Savages who were closest to him.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-EIGHT
Willow hackedher way through the Savages closest to her, but the overwhelming stench of them told her there were plenty more of them ahead. The muted lighting didn’t reveal much, but what it did expose was an army coming at them.
The Savages outnumbered them at least two to one, and if she factored in the demons….
She decided not to do the math as she focused on fighting instead. She’d trained for years for this; this sword had claimed her because it believed she was strong enough to harvest its power.
It’s what she’d been born to do, and she would do it. She couldn’t think about her family, somewhere in the middle of this fray, or the possibility of losing one of them. Her parents were here, as were her siblings and adopted uncles. She’d lost sight of them as the Savages poured forth, but they were here.
She shut off her connection to Declan; if her family couldn’t distract her right now, neither could he. If he was there and they were too entangled, she’d never keep her concentration, but she missed him.
At least they stayed close enough she could see him as the monsters continued to pour over the cavern and toward them. The sea of their faces blended into a blur until she couldn’t separate one from the other, but she didn’t want to separate them; she just wanted to kill them.
Battle cries filled the cavern. They mingled with the screams of the injured and dying as steel clashed against steel and the twang of arrows releasing filled the air. The coppery tang of blood had started to mingle with the rot of the Savages.
A hideous face emerged from the crowd. It was so disfigured it stood out from the others, and she couldn’t help noticing it as there was something oddly familiar about it.
She swung her sword repeatedly as she worked her way through the Savages. Fire and ash surrounded her. Pieces of those she killed stuck to her lashes and coated her face, but she didn’t try to wipe them away.
Most of her remained focused on killing, but though the sea of Savages had swallowed that face, a part of her brain concentrated on it.Where do I know it from?
Then it hit her.Derrick!
He was the Savage who relentlessly hunted her and Declan through that town. The one who tried to takehersword from her and failed.
Half of his face was the one she remembered. The one who made their lives a living hell and had done everything he could to destroy them.
The other half…. She inwardly shuddered as she recalled the other half she’d seen in the crowd before it vanished.
That half of his face was like something out of a horror movie or Batman.Yes! That’s exactly what it was like!she realized as she cut down two more Savages.
He was like Two-Face from Batman.
