Page 105 of Psycho Shifters
Numb Sadie knew the power of silence. Un-numb Sadie knew the power of screaming like a psycho.
The cold wind bit at my skin, and the freezing temperature made me sleepy. Screaming was the only thing I could focus on. At least the cold numbed the stings from the small cuts all over my body.
“For sun god’s sake, shut the fuck up.” John twirled around and slapped me across the face.
Truthfully, my face was so numb from the cold that I barely felt the hit. However, as John whirled around, a medallion on his neck flew forward. It was a vial that seemed to be filled with some type of blue flame.
It glowed with the telltale sign of a fae enchantment. I would bet all my money it was blocking my ability to shift.
One mystery solved. Now I needed to save my ass.
“And to think I was fucking nice to you and untangled you from the spiderweb,” John said angrily as he continued dragging me.
I loved that he was trying to act like he wasn’t the fucking villain in the story right now as he hauled my naked, weakened form literally through snow.
If I didn’t freeze to death, it would be a miracle.
My eyes closed, and my skin started to prickle with unnatural warmth.
Frostbite was setting in.
What would the numb do? I asked myself.
With all my remaining strength, I reached my hands wide and grabbed a massive tree branch. Quickly I swung it forward with all my might, toward the back of John’s head.
It hit with a sickening thud, and he immediately dropped me.
Unfortunately, he didn’t hit the deck and pass out. He whirled around and attacked.
Luckily, I still had a weapon, and I was able to scurry back, find purchase, and hit him with it.
A crack sounded like a gunshot as my branch collided with John’s arm. I’d never known breaking bones could feel so satisfying.
At that moment, I felt like I understood Cobra a little more.
“Just come with me. I’m rescuing you,” John said through gritted teeth as we circled each other.
I actually scoffed and swallowed down a manic chuckle. What buffoonery was this? Did John think I was the queen of dumbasses?
“By dragging me naked through the freezing forest? Were you taking me out to die?” I looked around at the swaying trees and heavy white snow.
“Of course not!” John immediately shouted back, like the idea was preposterous.
Something that looked an awful lot like guilt flashed across his face.
I fought the urge to keep my eyes open as the cold made me slow and sluggish. “Then where the fuck are you ta—” I stopped talking. As I stared around the familiar forest, it hit me like a truck.
John was taking me to the portal.
He had mentioned something about a queen as he’d dragged me. Holy shit. My knees almost collapsed beneath me. He was taking me to the fae queen. Maybe as a hostage of war?
“Why would you bring me to her?” I asked, genuinely confused, as we circled each other.
My steps were getting smaller, and I started to stumble more. While my tan ass was bare and freezing, John was bundled in heavy, warm garments.
I had a weapon, but it wasn’t going to hold him off long.
“Nothing is as it seems. This entire realm is a fucking lie,” he said cryptically as he spat onto the ground to punctuate his statement. His eyes looked down at my scarred torso, then back at my face.