He had to get back and out. There was no shame to it. Part of a warrior’s training was acknowledging superior force and reacting appropriately. An arm came round his neck from behind. He grabbed it, went down on one knee, and flung the man over his head and into the ones closing in on him. Staying low, he pivoted, bringing a foot round and scything another combatant’s feet from under him. He used the momentum to turn and rise. Four men were between him and the way out. Four obstacles to remove.
Vale’s case must be important to warrant this sort of interference.
Kai noted the coils of the net that had barely missed him, tangled on the street. It was a nasty piece of work, with metal woven into the ropes. Curious. Why go to this trouble to snare him personally? If they had already caught Vale, they would regret it.
He slammed an elbow backwards, feeling the jolt as it connected with a chin, and started forward at a swinging run. At least one of the men in front of him should back away—
He didn’t expect them to all come at him at once, like a sudden human tidal wave. He struck high for a throat, and then low to a groin—disabling blows. But they weren’t going down. They felt the pain, they grunted, they staggered, but they were still in his path.
A blow took him across the back of the head in a sudden burst of pain, and his attempted nerve strike lost its force as he went down on one knee. He knew that he was a sitting target, but for that moment his muscles wouldn’t respond.
Another man hit him in the face. He spat blood.
A man behind him threw himself on top of Kai, bringing him down to the filthy pavement. Kai struggled for breath, sparks still dancing in his vision. He could feel pure fury running in his veins now. How dare these humans assault him like this?
There was no room in him for fear. It was not possible that this scum could win.
He felt his natural body assert itself, his hands becoming claws, scales beginning to trace their way across his skin, as his true nature rose with that fury. He would call up the river against them; he would scour them from this London; he would make them pay for this insolence.
Across London, he felt the Thames and all its tributaries stir in response to his anger. He might be the least and youngest of his father’s sons, but he was still a dragon of the royal house. With an uncoiling shove, he thrust backwards, forcing the thug from his back and away, and pushed himself up, teeth bared in a snarl.
More bodies hit him and took him down, heavy hands pinning his wrists to the pavement. His claws left marks in it as he struggled for leverage. For the first time he felt a prickle of doubt. Perhaps it would be wiser to fully take on his true form, one they could not possibly restrain. It would alert all London that a dragon walked in their midst, but if he might lose . . .
A hand snarled itself in his hair, pulling his head back, and he felt cold metal snap shut around his neck. And now abruptly there was the ferocious, electric tang of Fae magic in the air, locked around him, binding him. He cried out in sudden shock as the distant rivers faded and were gone from his senses, as his fingers, now purely human, scraped against the concrete.
“That should do it.” That cold voice was the first time anyone had spoken during the whole attack, and it was the last thing that Kai heard. There was one final blow to his head, and then Kai surrendered to unconsciousness.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Genevieve Cogman started on Tolkien and Sherlock Holmes at an early age, and has never looked back. But on a perhaps more prosaic note, she has an MSc in Statistics with Medical Applications and has wielded this in an assortment of jobs: clinical coder, data analyst, and classifications specialist. Although The Invisible Library is her debut novel, she has also previously worked as a freelance role-playing game writer. Genevieve Cogman’s hobbies include patchwork, beading, knitting, and gaming, and she lives in the north of England.
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