“We are pleased that the Scepter worked after all these years. We are honor bound to protect and care for you until your Isle of Tir is secured against invasion from the Dark Ones. We know that the Human Realm is under attack by these monsters from the Dark Realm and we have had a worried eye towards Tir as well. You must remain safely here while your warriors defeat the devils.”
“Yes, but I am needed…”
“Queen Mab herself instructed us what to do when one or two of you are in danger. Your Royals will secure Tir with the help of Mab.”
Aaibhe had to think. She had to prove to them that Tir could not be secured without her. In truth, it could not.
~*~
Deimne hovered overhead, his brilliant eyes filled with the horror of what he was witnessing below in his beloved human city of Inverness.
They stepped out of the Portal that Pestale had installed--hideous creatures!
Some were giant insects with pinchers, others reptilian. All were monsters. They swarmed the busy streets near the Inverness River.
Then the shifters arrived.
Grotesque abominations. The Dark King had taken the DNA of lovely Danu creatures and without the Wheel of Being, had been forced to experiment. The results of those experiments were voraciously hungry, mindless abominations with but one purpose—to feed!
He witnessed people pointing, but this time the sirens of their police could be heard racing through the streets. This time they were armed with iron bullets in their guns. This time, Deimne saw with great enthusiasm that the humans were able to stand and fight. There were so many Unseelie.
Deimne swooped down and began slashing at the abominations with his Death Sword as his mind felt a wave of shame. These monsters should have been contained.
The Human Realm was under attack because his race had not repaired the problem.
He felt his daughter’s probe suddenly and reassured her that he was well. She sounded doubtful.
Then he heard her gasp of horror.
She had seen through his eyes. She had seen all the destruction. He wanted to spare her so he closed off the mind link.
Their numbers were great, but he, the Daoine, the Seelie Fae and Milesian Warriors had ability and training on their side. Still they were unable to stop the monsters that plowed through in waves as they grabbed for and ate people unable to escape.
Then Deimne snarled as he felt renewed vigor, enhanced with determination. He watched a group of men surround their women and children and take a stand to fight the attacking throng of monsters; they held iron bars up ready to strike.
He saw that they knew they might die, but to a male they were willing to take a stand and do what they could to save their loved ones.
He rushed in to protect and aid them.
Such beings must survive!
Chapter Twenty-Three
THE HUMAN IN her, made the decision before the Fae in her could react. Jazz stepped in front of Trevor. She lowered her shoulder and maneuvered so that Pestale faced her with his back to Trevor.
The Fios in her wanted to Slam him immediately, but the Fae kept her in check.
Timing was everything.
“Have you asked yourself Pestale, just why you are wasting time with us? Why bother? Because I can Slam your monsters? So what,” Jazz said stalling for time.
Pestale grabbed her arms and held them behind her back as he planted her firmly against his body. He sneered and directed his comment to Trevor saying, “Are you watching Seelie? Do you see her looking up and into my eyes--my eyes not yours.” He ran his hand up her leather pants and grabbed her butt. “Oh, but she feels so good.”
She had Pestale’s full attention and smiled a wicked smile that immediately made him look back and around.
Trevor was gone!
Jazz had whispered Z’s advice in his ear a moment earlier and as Trevor reappeared with the Wiele in hand, Jazz’s overworked heart stopped. She had to believe they could do this.