Kendra laughed as the lightning lifted her hair and filled her open palms, her fingers curled into claws. “Names have power, Elf. You may call me Gojira.” She couldn’t hold back the maniacal grin at the name. He’d probably never seen any of the movies.
“What do you want?” Panic tinged his voice and broadened her grin.
“It’s simple really.” She curved her hands over each other, creating a ball of energy snapping and sparkling. “Please inform the Winter Queen that the Winterbourne family is under my protection and direction. They serve me, now, and any interference will be met with resistance.”
The elf sneered despite her evident strengths. “You don’t understand the Winter Court, little witch.”
Kendra laughed. “Since when does stature have anything to do with strength or resolve?” She split her hands once more and shot the energy in harmless bolts to manacle his wrists. She held the ropes of energy in her closed fists. “I’m not playing games and I’m not afraid of the Winter Court. Do I have respect for them? Yes, but if the Queen decides to touch what’s mine, I will retaliate, and it won’t be soft or ‘little’, Elf. Have I made myself clear?”
“You wouldn’t dare—”
She yanked on the ropes and pulled him nose to nose. “Wouldn’t I? I also don’t fear death, Elf, which is not the case for you, is it?”
The Elven man swallowed hard and sweat ran down the sides of his face as panic set in.
“I want you to understand I’m not interested in taking your life from you. The only time I use my power this way is when my family or loved ones are endangered.” She met his sapphire blue eyes. Sapphire eyes.
She’d seen eyes like that in someone else, otherworldly eyes that were too beautiful to belong to the human race. Oh glory. Where in the Goddess’s name had Phinn gotten eyes like that? You know the answer, Kendra. She clenched her jaw and thrust the elf away from her, his hands still manacled with energy.
“Run home to your Queen, Elf. Give her my message, and leave the Winterbournes in peace.” She added a little bit of compulsion to her ropes and he jerked as if fighting it. “You’re free.”
Kendra released the man and watched him bolt away from her as she turned to look at Phinn lying on the ground behind her. As far as she could tell he wasn’t injured more than out cold, but her gut churned anyway. Why do you have Elven eyes, Phinn?
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