Amanda Bonilla: Blood Before Sunrise

I let go.

I swept my mind clean so it became a blank canvas. I focused my gaze on the hovering snowflakes until I lost sight of everything in a blur of hazy white. The fear funneled out of my body, the desperate need to think my way out of this clusterfuck became a nonexistent thing. For the first time since coming to this place, I absorbed and appreciated the calm, the absence of time that never left me in the mortal realm. And in the freedom from everything that weighed me down, a feeling blossomed in my chest-something warm and welcome that fed my soul.

Tyler.

I felt him as if he were standing right next to me, circling me in his strong embrace. I was a world away; yet his love gave me strength. Our connection could never be broken, and from a million or more miles away I knew Tyler was the only thing holding me up. Fuck Faolán. Fuck his power, his control, his bullshit Enphigmalé magic. He’d had my blood, but so had Tyler. And Tyler had my heart.

The world came rushing back into focus. Moira still lay unconscious near the outer ring of stones. Brakae rested, unmoving, at Faolán’s feet. The snow, wind, grass, and branches waited patiently to do a madman’s bidding. A ripple of color like the aurora borealis shone against the darkening sky, the mortal realm pushing at the cusp of the Faerie Ring. My jaw loosened on its hinges, my muscles released their tension, and my heart swelled with the love that had always been there. I should have trusted Ty. I should have let him in. I should have allowed him to be the equal partner I knew he could be. Because Faolán was right; there was nothing more powerful than love.

In one fluid movement, I set my body in motion, throwing every ounce of muscle I had into Faolán’s midsection. I’d deal with getting a weapon later. Right now, I had to get him the hell away from the hourglass before he mended the damned thing and sent the natural order to hell.

He wasn’t hard to surprise; his arrogance would have never allowed for the possibility that I had the strength to resist his influence. My fist flew, and I clocked him a good one before he found the presence of mind to throw me off. I may have been physically strong-stronger than a mortal man-but Faolán’s strength had me beat two to one. I wasn’t one to cower from a fight, though, no matter the odds.

I could feel him poking around in my brain, sending invisible feelers to shut me down. Not gonna happen, asshole. You’re done controlling me . I didn’t need to fortify my mental barriers against him any longer; I’d found my power, and that was something Faolán couldn’t undo.

“Not so tough anymore, are you, Faolán?” Sticky situations like this required more than the normal amount of cocky bravado. Granted, I wasn’t his zombie-puppet anymore, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t kick my ass the old-fashioned way. I brought my elbow down hard, square on his sternum. “You made a huge mistake when you decided to bring Tyler into this. You don’t fuck with anyone I care about.”

Faolán laughed, fueling my rage. Spitting blood as he chortled, the bastard just couldn’t let go of the crazy. I hit him again and again, expending all the energy I could spare in an attempt to at least knock him unconscious. Fists flying, elbows jabbing, and knees digging in, I worked Faolán over , and he took it all with a sick smile plastered on his face, apparently reveling in the pain.

My first misstep was thinking I had the upper hand. My second was failing to consider that he hadn’t tried to hit me back-not once. And he’d already proven he didn’t mind slapping me around. As the dagger flashed, it seemed to come out of thin air, sinking through the ragged black fabric of my shirt to add yet another hole to the one Brakae had already made. Funny that was what I’d noticed first-that he’d trashed my shirt. As the blade punctured my flesh, it took a moment for the pain to register. But when it did- holy fucking shit! -did it burn. Maybe it was because I’d been under his mind-numbing influence before that I hadn’t felt the pain to such a degree. Now, as Faolán twisted the dagger’s blade in my flesh, I had the distinct impression he wanted me to feel it a hundredfold.

“I should have killed you sooner,” he seethed, heaving me off his body. “But not to worry, Darian, I’ll remedy that shortly.”

The hell you will . Jesus, had it really come down to him and me in the end? Brakae was wounded, maybe even dying. And Moira, well, I’d fucked that up royally. Every other creature in this backward place had gone into hiding, it seemed, and so the fate of both worlds rested on a one-on-one fight to the death. Winner takes all. “I’m not so easy to kill, Faolán,” I said through the burning pain. “Don’t get your hopes up.”

“Spoken like a true Guardian,” he drawled before licking blood from his swollen lip.

An invisible force of energy blanketed me, drawing me toward darkness. It wasn’t going to work. Faolán had controlled me for the last time, but the fact that he was trying gave me hope. Controlling me meant putting me at a disadvantage. If he needed me incapacitated, he obviously didn’t think he could take me without the upper hand. A grim smile curved my mouth. I had him .

“Where’s my katana?” I asked, because, well, for one I was curious. And two, I knew it would throw his focus. I needed to buy myself a couple of minutes to allow my flesh to at least begin to heal. “I’m taking my ring back too.”

Faolán’s brow rose in an elegant arch. “I think I’ll hand-deliver your head to your Jinn. Wrapped in a bright red bow. Knowing he couldn’t protect you will probably send him straight into madness.”

My stomach curled in on itself. “Oh, he’ll get a gift all right.” Christ, this could go on forever. “But I think it’ll be your head, not mine.”

Posturing is just part of battle. Elk paw at the earth and thrash their massive racks of antlers; birds display and puff their feathers; canines circle one another, hackles raised and lips curled. We upright animals, we talk shit. Faolán’s threats were meant to make me cower and reconsider an attack. “I’m going to kill you, Faolán.”

“You’ve said as much. A few times. And yet I still live.”

I eased back a step, crouched in a defensive position. The big talk would last only so long; one of us would have to make a move soon. Snow stuck to my hair as I moved, as if walking through cobwebs, and I wanted nothing more than to see the white flakes drift to the ground as they should. Faolán’s eyes narrowed as he tracked my movement like a cat about to pounce. He palmed his dagger, rotating it in his hand as if the movement soothed him.

I tensed.

Faolán sidestepped, one foot over the other, circling me and turning his back on Brakae. A flutter of movement from her body caught my attention, but I refused to break eye contact. I stared at the center of his face, right at his nose. I wanted it to seem that I was looking right through him, as if he mattered as much to me as the snowflakes hovering around my head.

He smiled.

Chills chased a wave of adrenaline as I waited for him to make his move. Better to be on the defensive, ready for a head-on assault. He was armed and I wasn’t. Charging him wasn’t in my best interest. Brakae stirred again, her movements more lively this time. I watched her in my peripheral vision, unwilling to rat her out with a sideways glance. Faolán continued to circle, making me nervous. With just a few more steps, Brakae would come into his line of sight, and he’d know she was regaining consciousness. Damn it. I had no choice. I had to protect her…

Weaponless, defenseless, I did what I’d planned not to do. Faolán saw it in my eyes, and his own flashed silver as he dug his feet into the snow-covered earth and braced himself for the attack. There wasn’t enough space between us for me to pick up any kind of momentum, but I led with my feet, letting the thick soles of my boots take the first slice of Faolán’s blade.