Guinevere's Grail | ✓ [BOOK 2]

~ 14 ~

CHAOS ERUPTED IN AN instant. The only person who didn't jump straight into action was Kit, pale and staring at his ex-lover's head like his eyes didn't know how to move. He looked like he might be sick, and Selene's suspicions were confirmed when Kit turned to the edge of the ship and hurled his guts out into the sea. She couldn't say she blamed him, her own stomach churned at the sight.

Kit was too shaken to do anything useful, and Selene didn't think the head would do anything but gross them out and traumatize everyone, so she picked it up by the hair and tossed it into the ocean.

"Rest easy, Léona," she whispered.

Connor and his men were getting close, and their presence was unmistakable. She could see a faint black cloud surrounding the ship, and she could smell the magic seeping into the air and attacking her nose. Her heart drummed in her chest as the crew scrambled to make it go faster, but the Bonny wasn't manned by dark magic like Connor's ship.

One inconvenient wave shoved the two ships together. Somehow Morgana got his hands on a bow, but his perfectly precise arrows shattered when they touched the Knights, a waste against their armor. That didn't discourage the faery, though. She could see gears turning in his head in his attempt to come up with a plan.

Selene had no plan. All she knew was that the Knights were jumping into the water and swimming for the Bonny, and she needed a weapon.

The crew was one step ahead of her. Quinn tossed her a sword, and Selene was swinging the moment the Knights crawled up the sides of the ship, rocking it as they scrambled onto the deck. Her sword was useless, all it did was give her defense. She picked up the lid of a barrel and used it as a shield, taking on several men with her best efforts.

It could've been a fair fight, the Knights were few compared to the many on the ship. But it would never be fair as long as the greatest warriors in the kingdom were using dark magic, trading their souls for power.

Selene was overpowered quicker than she was used to. She was on the ground, crawling backwards to take back her sword which had fallen to the ground, and particular Knight hovered over her and refused to leave, though he made no attempts to kill her.

"Conan, I'll fucking kill you," she hissed.

The voice that replied was familiar, but it wasn't her dreadful husband. "Shh, just play along."

Lord Herwerde. He was dripping in magic like everyone else, but Selene knew he had a strong will and an even stronger heart. If any of the Knights could resist the wickedness of the magic, it was him.

He raised his sword and swung it down, giving her enough warning to grab her weapon and roll away from his attack, returning to her feet. Herwerde continued to fight, and though he went easy, the others didn't. Selene struggled until a voice called out, and everyone paused.

"Drop your weapons, boys, we're only here to talk," Connor bellowed. The Knights obeyed, dropping their weapons and stepping away from the fight.

"What the hell are you doing on my ship?" Crane growled. There was a storm forming overhead, as angry and intimidating as the captain. "Who do you think you are?"

"'Who do I think I am?'" Connor mused. "I'm the bloody King, and you are harboring a few of my very wanted criminals."

"I'm a pirate, we're all wanted criminals. Try to take 'em, kid, I dare you." The captain was walking a dangerous line, provoking Connor, but he didn't seem the least bit afraid. "I made a deal with one of those faeries, to my detriment. I would like to fulfill that deal and I won't let you and your puppies stop me."

One particularly offended Knight swung his sword, but he was on the ground in a moment, neck turned further than a neck ought to be turned. Selene barely saw Crane do it, somehow he managed to kill one of the Knights in seconds.