Page 134 of Hell Fae King

Fuck.

“Hellhounds,” Ajax muttered, his wand falling into his hand. “I’ll handle this while you two revive the prince.”

Except, as they rounded the corner, their wolfish features didn’t display feral madness, only panic. I stood, blocking their view of Melek on the floor.

Of course, they would still be able to smell him.

But it was my job to stand in as their Commander, especially with their king and prince being out of commission. “Report,” I demanded, causing Garmr to shift into his human form.

“We’re under attack by an unknown entity,” he informed me in his gravelly voice.

“An unknown entity?” I repeated.

He nodded. “We can’t see it. But… but buildings are imploding, like bombs have been set from within. And some of the kingdoms claim their skies are falling apart.”

“From portals?” Ajax guessed. “Similar to what happened in the Underwater Kingdom?”

Garmr shook his head. “No, Warden. This… this seems different from that.”

“It’s the Source,” Cami said. “It’s… it’s self-destructing.”

I blinked and looked over my shoulder at her. “What do you mean?”

“You can’t feel it?” she asked, seeming confused. “You can’t feel what she’s doing?”

“No, Cami. All I feel is the palace shaking.” I didn’t voice it in a snarky tone, just a straightforward one. “I don’t sense Vivaxia at all.”

She stared at me, her throat working on a swallow. “I feel her everywhere.”

“Yes, you mentioned that. What does it mean?”

“I don’t know,” she replied in a whisper. “I…” Her brow furrowed, her focus falling to Melek. “You need to wake up,” she told him, her hand covering his chest. “I need you coherentright fucking now.”

Electricity singed the air as Camillia exploded with power.

Shit. I took a step forward, ready to intervene, but her power pushed me back.

Ajax cursed out loud, the two of us trying to reach her now.

But in the next breath, everything went silent.

And Melek opened his eyes.

I gaped at him and then at his bloody chest. His hand flew upward to the wound, his shoulders jolting with the effort. “Fuck, little angel,” he rasped out, wincing. “That hurt.”

“Sorry,” she whispered. “But I need you.Weneed you.”

The palace trembled around us, underlining that claim.

Yet all Melek did was smirk a little and say, “It’s nice to be needed, little angel.”

Of course he would be carefree about being zapped back to existence while recovering from a chest injury. “How the hell did a pen do that much damage, anyway?” I demanded, looking at all the blood again.

“It twirled,” Melek told me. “A lot.”

“I siphoned the magic out of it,” Cami informed him. “It won’t hurt you again.”

Melek arched a brow, then shot her another smile. “My little hero.”