Kael had now lost the same woman three times in two days, which was either a pattern or a talent.
Forty minutes ago, they were perfectly fine in flight, she was passed out on his back. Under them, snowline changed into jungle, which confirmed his suspicion that they were on the fae continent of Eldoria.
On cue, dark fae rose like wasps from the canopy, their formation aimed at Guinevere.
Kael torched them. Ten for ten in one breath. Perfect score. Naturally, she convulsed. Black flame would protect them here, but it gave her seizures. Outstanding design.
When one of the bastard's fingers closed around her ankle, Kael had no choice but to do a full barrel rotation, all five thousand pounds of dragon spinning on its axis.
Guinevere slid off his back, and he caught her in his claw.
Unfortunately, that turned her into a prize in a claw machine, and fae started to swarm by the hundreds.
But Kael Ashenvale did not make mistakes and knew exactly what he was doing.
