Daughter of Anat by Cyndi Goodgame Page B

rather weak Elf attacker. From the alley’s corner another one behind it shifted telling me they were pure Elves by the look of them.  Long faces and deadly poised.
    All of us went straight into action like a second wave of a tsunami had come at us.  I checked on Cas to my left and saw him attacking without any tiresome reflexes.  I guess human blood was also his Vitamin C.
    I couldn’t resist a comment, “You sure you can do this without bifocals or something, bro?”  I didn’t hide the grin.
    “ I make do.  It’s just the daggers, arrows, and other miscellaneous sharp objects I can’t predict.  Besides, I have you to save my sorry ass, sis.”
    “You better believe it.  You just better hope I decide to do just that,” I shoved a knife in the shoulder of the Elf hopping in front of me and far from dangerous looking.  I wasn’t aiming to kill, just maim and injure. 
    I was back in action.  Cas was safe.  And Borgon or Granite or someone who orchestrated this wouldn ’t be far.  It was time to go after the source.
    I wanted to kill them all for taking Cas.  Was this how he felt about me and that ’s why he went bat crazy sometimes at the possibility of me getting hurt? 
    Yes !
    I saw the current l eader of the pack. Just an Elf. He was holding back behind his supposed front line warriors waiting for them to take care of business.  When his face surveyed our party and noted who we had in our possession, he drew up with anger and started backing away.
    “Sorry for the disappointment,” I muttered aloud to myself.
    For the smallest inkling I regarded to tear down the freaking center of all of them and jump on the evil eyed Elf leader’s back like a crazed, loony psycho just to get my frustrations out, yet that wouldn’t take back what happened to Cas.  But I’d feel a whole lot better.
    They were all dead in less time it took to rescue Cas. 
    All finished and no bad guys left, we moved all the bodies inside the shack and started for the vehicles.  Borgon could clean up his own mess.
    I still hadn ’t said one word about the rings and neither did Calum, but he watched me like he was waiting for me to mention it. I am still surprised enough at choosing to where it knowing I needed to hear Cas all the time now.  It rarely touched my skin because of the weight.
    “You will not win this if you keep on the same path,” a suave male voice spoke clearly and with precision from just outside the door.  I, with the others, turned hesitantly know ing before that it would be an Elf.
    He was...different.  Regal and taller than the others, educated and wise.  He gave off all this just by the one spoken message and for the way he carried himself.  Dressed in regular clothes, meaning jeans and a t-shirt, he didn’t mimic the others of his kind with the usual bum-like appearance they preferred.
    “Do you wish to enlighten us?” I offered since all else were speechless.
    He dropped a slow smile.  “The shadows don’t lie.  You really are every bit the feisty female they say.”
    I didn ’t rightly know what to say to that.
    “However, you are young.  I am E lf, but you knew this.  Borgon intends to take all of my people from me.  I can’t let them sit by and just die.  They think he has their best interest.  To destroy you means to gain control again.  But they are misguided and weak without a real leader.  Ruthless and merciless, Borgon will end my people.  I will help you Anastacia Hathown.  You will need me in the end.”
    He bowed to me and walked away in the sunlight like a cowboy movie.  What in the freaking world just happened?  
    “Anyone know him?” I asked.
    “Know of him, but I thought he was dead if that ’s who I think it is,” Cord offered.
    “And?” I waited.
    “Lord Jetten.  Exiled and run out by his people long ago because they didn’t—
    “Think they need a leader.  Yeah, I know the stories.  Huh!”  How about that.  He has returned.
    We drove