Plagued by nightmares of her father's imprisonment and Kellan's disappearance, Wren enlists the help of her friends to uncover the truth.
But can she be honest with herself? Promised in marriage, she faces the toughest decision of her life--which gu...
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The metallic taste of blood lingered on my tongue and swollen lips. I tried moving but realized I couldn't. Rope bound my hands and feet. I peeked an eye open, and my head bounced against the hindquarters of an equestar. The oafs had slung me over the back of it like a dead carcass.
Wren! Jax screamed in my already pounding head.
I winced in pain. My right eye stung and watered down my face. I blinked trying to see beyond the swelling, but could only make out a slit of the mucky ground.
Wren! Jax's voice bounced off the inside of my skull.
I'm here. I cringed, trying not to cry. Please... Stop yelling. My head feels like someone hammered it.
Sorry, he whispered. Thank the circle. I thought... He let out a jagged breath. Never mind.
The equestar I was tied to, jumped over a log. When its hooves hit the ground, the air expelled from my lungs, and I grunted. With the pine and earthy scents surrounding me, I could tell my kidnappers hadn't led me out of the forest yet.
"Sounds like she's waking up," one of the guards said.
The older man pointed to a satchel tied to the back of his equestar. "Better get the stick."
Stick? I went stiff and stared at the wet ground. I can't move, and they have me strapped to a saddle. What the hell do they need the stick for?
If they so much as touch you, I'm going to kill them. Jax's fury flared through our connection. We're almost in position. See if you can burn through the ropes.
My hands are bound too tight. I can't even move a finger, let alone fire cast.
The equestar jerked to a halt, and the two guards strode beside the scaly horse-like creature. Their pungent, sweaty scent made standing inside an outhouse more appealing than being next to them. I held my breath, trying not to breathe in their fumes.
"Here you go," said the Fire Circle guard with leaves stuck to his boots.
The grey-haired man with the grizzly beard snatched the fat stick from Leafy and raised it high above me. I opened myself to the circle's power, funneling its energy. Its current wavered, making my fingers tingle and my skin prickle in response. I penned a picture of Jaxon in my thoughts, let the energy loose and disappeared.
A microsecond later, I landed hard on the ground nearby and whimpered.
Thwack! The stick meant for my head slammed the backend of the equestar.
