““Faster than she could see, he lowered his blade—only to slice it across her arm. A scratch, barely more than a whisper of pain. They both watched as her red blood surged and dribbled. It seemed answer enough for him. “You can call me Lorcan,” he said, though she hadn’t asked. And with that, he hauled her over his broad shoulder like a sack of potatoes and ran. Elide knew two things within seconds: That the remaining creatures—however many there were—had to be on their trail and closing in fast. Had to have realized she’d bluffed her way free. And that the man, moving swift as a wind between the oaks, was demi-Fae.””
