CHAPTER <b>83 </b>


    Malric lunged at me, but I twisted out of the way, raising my hands instinctively to shield myself.


    When I opened my eyes, ck smoke swirled around me–and I was <i>no </i>longer standing near Malric. I was now on a hill behind the werebears.


    The bears had turned, charging Malric and his soldiers. Suddenly, <i>someone </i>grabbed me from


    behind.


    “Who the hell are you?” I snapped.


    “My name’s Kronos. I’m here to get you somewhere safe,” he said.


    “Sure. I’ve heard that line before,” I muttered.


    “Mage! Give the bears a little help!” Kronos shouted. A woman stepped out from behind a tree, her golden eyes glowing as she locked onto the animals. At once, the werebears attacked Malric and his soldiers with renewed fury.


    Kronos grabbed my hand and we sprinted down the hill until we reached the bottom, where horses were waiting.


    “Seriously? Horses?” I asked.


    “Have <i>you </i>ever ridden one?” he asked.


    “No,” I admitted.


    Without another word, he hoisted me onto his horse and swung up behind me. We galloped away just as other men appeared from their hiding spots, bows and arrows ready, unleashing a rain of attacks on the Aetherion‘.


    “Where exactly are we going?” I yelled over the wind.


    “You’ll find out soon enough,” Kronos said.


    We rode for hours before reaching a towering castle. Kronos guided the horse straight up to the front entrance and dismounted, then helped me down.


    “I’m guessing this isn’t Morrigan’s castle,” I said dryly.


    “No,” he said with a low chuckle before leading me inside.


    I followed him hesitantly through the twisting corridors of the castle until we entered a


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    modest room at the back. A round table dominated the center.


    “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered.


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    A man turned toward me–mid–twenties, with slicked–back blond hair and a short blond


    goatee.


    “Are you alright?” he asked.


    “You’re… King Arthur,” I said. He smiled faintly.


    “I see I’m well known in your world too, Your Majesty,” he said.


    “Yeah, but… you’re more of a myth there. They even made movies about you,” I exined.


    “Movies?” he repeated, confused.


    “Oh, right. You don’t have TV here, do you?”


    “No, I’m afraid not,” he said.


    “Well, for the record, you’re famous in our world,” I told him.


    “I hope for good reasons,” he said with a small grin.


    “Yeah. You’re a hero. Is that true here?” I asked.


    “I like to think so,” he replied.


    “Well, forgive me for saying this, but I thought Malric was a good guy too,” I said pointedly.


    “Don’t trust anything that walks on four legs in this realm,” King Arthur warned.


    “I’ll remember that,” I said.


    “So, where exactly did you think he was taking you?”


    “Morrigan’s castle. He told me the ck witch is holed up there,” I answered.


    “At least he was honest about that. But now they probably know you’reing,” Arthur said.


    “I have to kill the witch. I’m the one who brought her here, and I won’t let her wreak havoc on your world the way she did on mine. But I need to hurry–I have to get home before my mate does something stupid, like killing himself because he thinks he’s lost me,” I said firmly.


    “I’ve heard that werewolf mates can be a little… intense,” he said.


    “You have no idea,” I replied tly.


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    “Alright. Her castle isn’t anywhere near here. I’m guessing you already figured that out,” he


    said.


    “I assumed as much,” I answered.


    “Do you trust us to take you there?” he asked. I nced around the room at the men standing behind him.


    “You don’t exactly look like a traditional King’s court,” I said.


    “We’re not,” one of them replied.


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    “That sounds about right. And these were the men you trusted before you became King,” I guessed.


    “You’re not just a pretty face,” he said with a small smirk.


    “I guess not. Just point me in the direction of her castle and I’ll handle it myself,” I said.


    “You’ll never make it inside on your own,” one of the men warned.


    “You’d be surprised at what I’m capable of,” I shot back.


    “We’ve been itching for a reason to storm that castle for a long time,” Arthur said. “You’ve just given us the excuse we needed.”


    I let out a sharp breath, looking around the room as I weighed whether or not I could trust them. Too many people here had already proven untrustworthy. But I was in an unfamiliarnd, and I didn’t know where I was going–or what else was out there.


    “Do you know how to get me back home?” I asked.


    “I think we can figure out a way, though I don’t know how just yet,” Arthur admitted.


    “At least that’s honest,” I said. “Fine. But if you betray me, I’ll kill you myself.”


    “Fair enough. Looks like we have a mission to prepare,” he said.


    “Sir,” a man suddenly burst into the room.


    “What is it?” Arthur asked.


    “There are people approaching… and they’re not friendly,” the man reported.


    “Alright. Get everyone into position,” Arthur ordered.


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    The room erupted into motion, men scattering in every direction. I followed them out through the back door and up a spiraling staircase until we reached the top of the castle. Soldiers were already stationed there, bows drawn and cannons primed.


    I peered over the stone edge and saw an army of creatures marching straight toward the


    castle.


    “Who are they?” I asked.


    “The one leading them is Lugh,” Arthur said grimly. “Hemands an army of dangerous misfits, and he’s… let’s just say, close with Morrigan.”


    “They’re sleeping together,” I guessed.


    “Yeah, pretty much,” he confirmed.


    “Well, they clearly know I’m here,” I muttered. “And what the hell are those things?”


    “Sphinx,” a soldier answered.


    “Human–headed lions,” I said, narrowing my eyes.


    “You know your creatures,” Arthur remarked.


    “They’re just myths in my world. Fairy tales in storybooks,” I said.


    “Well, they’re very real here,” he said.


    I stood and watched as the lions sprinted closer to the castle. When Arthur gave the order, arrows and cannon fire rained down on them, taking out as many as possible.


    The drawbridge was raised, and the moat around the castle was set aze with oil, mes leaping high into the air. But the creatures didn’t stop. Those that survived the onught bounded across the burning moat and clung to the castle walls, beginning to climb.


    “Got any better weapons?” I asked sharply.


    “Like what?” Arthur replied.


    “Guns?” I said.


    “What’s a gun?” he asked, genuinely confused.


    “We’re screwed,” I muttered.


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