Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120: Twelve Feet. Eight. Pray.

It was close enough to touch.

Its mouth hinged wrong, like a broken doll’s jaw. Its grin was carved too wide. Black eyes locked on her like she was something that it had been waiting to play with.

Joints bent backwards. Tattered rags of what might once have been a jester’s outfit clung to its frame, bells jingling with every movement.

"Little vessel, built to break,

The dark king’s children need to wake."

Her hand rose. She didn’t raise it. Maddox did, his flame moving through her. Gold fire erupted from her hand and slammed into the creature.

It started chanting in a child’s voice, even as its body burned.

"Play with me, little vessel... just like your mother did."

The creature started tearing at its own face with manic delight, peeling off chunks of skin in wet sheets while giggling.

Then its face changed into her mother’s.

"You promised me you wouldn’t shift. Now your father sold you."

Her mother started to scream as the fire burned her.

Guinevere knew it was a trick. She knew. But her mother’s scream tore through her and she couldn’t do it. She fought for control of her arm, shoving it to the floor.

Her mother’s voice persisted.

"Don’t trust him, Gwen! RUN. NOW. DON’T LOOK. GO."

The tendrils let go. She scooted back rapidly, chest heaving.

Her mother’s voice cut off into a high, childish giggle.

Then it lunged at her with open arms.

"You always were weak," it sneered in her half-brother’s mocking tone.

Then a little girl’s scream. Her own scream from years ago.

The floor beneath it suddenly gave way with a sickening crack. It floated in the blackness, as if the darkness was holding it up like a puppet.

"I’m in your head, little Gwen. I never left."

Tendrils shot out, grabbing her again. It let out a piercing, nails-on-glass shriek. She slammed her hands over her ears, but the sound only grew louder, vibrating through her bones.

Then the collapse began in earnest.

Slabs of floor started dropping into darkness in the room.

"MOTHERFUCKER," Maddox and Kael said at the exact same time, both changing direction mid-sprint as the ground between them and Guinevere disappeared.

Across the chamber, Sterling accelerated as a gap opened in front of him.

Three feet. Five. Widening.

He planted one foot on the last solid edge and launched himself across it.

The second he landed, he finally saw her: eyes shut and hands clamped over her ears, being pulled towards it.

"Sterling, you are hurting me. I am your fiancée! We were supposed to be together forever! You promised! And you let me die!"

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