Frozen Fear Book. 2

❅ Chapter 7 ❅

Nicola was there in an instant, her tiny dagger unsheathed and ready to stop the Rakshasas's four, long, onyx blades.

We're going to die.

Just as my power flared to life, promising to save us for certain death, the Rakshasas convulsed  as a long, iron tipped arrow with a golden shaft plunged through its back and erupted through its chest. The Rakshasas shrieked, using its long talon like claws to rip and tear the arrow from its chest. The arrow split apart, but the damage was done. The iron had already enter it blood stream.

Its mount snarled, the only indication of its presence were hoof prints in the snow. The other two Rakshasas hissed at the sight of their fallen brother, turning to look at the source of the arrow. My gaze followed theirs.

There was nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Another arrow flew through the air, coming out of nowhere and hit its target: One of the Rakshasas's black, pitted eyes. It was dead before its corpse fell from the fyglia and thumped to the ground.

"Nicola?"

I turned to her, the last remaining Rakshasas forgotten. She only smiled at me. "I guess they found us."

A third arrow whistled through the sky, hitting its mark. The third Rakshasas landed with a solid thud in the snow, its body unmoving and dark blood pooling from its throat. The arrow must've cut straight through his major artery.

The three fyglia snarled and hissed, stamping in the snow before turning and dashing off, kicking up powder-like snow it their wake. I couldn't help but smile as I heard them retreat. I couldn't see, but I was positive their tails were in between their legs.

Nicola turned to face the direction the arrows had flown from and squinted into the distance. "I've seen you do better!" she called.

I followed her gaze, trying to pinpoint what she was yelling at. Who she was yelling at.

With a shimmer of light and a small pop of electricity, they appeared.

A large man with broad, tree like arms and huge shoulders led the group, his face relaxed in an easy, no-shits-given grin. He had a bow in his hands, and I feared he'd crush the wood like a toothpick in between his sausage fingers. His hair was golden. Not yellow. Not blonde. But gold. His eyes were made from the color of trees, grass, vegetation. Anything that grows, and his skin shone with a bronze hue as if he'd spent many summers doing hard labor in the hot sun.

"And here I thought you'd leave me," Nicola purred from beside me, strutting up to the group. My eyes bulged when I saw her kiss the man, her mouth opening up to invite him in.

"Get a room," grumbled a girl with light lavender hair. She was smiling, though.

I couldn't help but gape at her beauty. She was nothing compared to Nicola, no, but she had her own faerie characteristics that would make any man grovel at her feet.

Her skin was fair, not a blemish in sight, and she had a cute button nose that curved upwards. Her face was round, heart shaped,  and she had short spiky hair that reminded me of a porcupine. Her eyes were the deepest blue I'd ever seen, even deeper than Danna', and they shone like she had ocean and sapphires trapped in her irises.

Nicola pulled away from her kiss to stick her tongue out at the female fae who flipped her the bird in response. "Piss off, Shea," she giggled.

Their exchange was so easy and childlike that I couldn't help but bristle. I didn't like the thought of Nicola being close with other people I didn't know about.