I would show him what it meant to ignore his queen.
Pacing in front of the six of them, I pulled on my magic. The ribbons that slipped from my palm were nearly black, colored by the faintest tinge of red. My lips tilted up, and I raised a brow.
“Shift,” I ordered once more.
Still, he did not comply.
“Fine,” I snapped. “But remember, Elyxander,you’rethe one forcing me to do this.”
The dragon stared at me. The obstinate fool. This was all his fault. If he had just given me the amulet, he wouldn’t have brought me to this point.
I opened my hand, pointing at each of them. They were sweaty, bloody, and bruised, but still they stood in a group. Interesting. “Such lovely elves. Each of you is beautiful. Strong. It will be a real shame to lose someone, won’t it?” Ribbons left my palm, circling them.
The Death Elf tried to shoot a red ribbon my way, but I batted it away with ease.
My magic spun around them once more before settling around the halfling’s neck.
“Kysha!” the female Fortune Elf next to the halfling shouted. Her wide, fear-filled eyes turned to me. “Let my wife go!”
Who was this Fortune Elf to make a demand of her sovereign?
Instead, I crooked my finger. The halfling at the end of my magic choked as I dragged her towards me. Her face turned red, and her eyes widened as the noose clamped down around her neck.
“Last chance, Elyx,” I warned. “Do you really want this female’s blood on your hands?”
The dying elf gasped for air, scratching at the red threads.
“Please, Xander!” the halfling’s wife cried out. “Do what she asks.”
“Please, Xander,” I mimicked the Fortune Elf’s cry. “Do it. I’m such a weak little elf that I can’t even save my wife.” Twisting my hands in the air, I tightened the noose.
The halfling’s wife sobbed. “Let her go.”
I scoffed, pretending to cry as I said, “My darling wife is going to die because my friend decided he wanted to stay a dragon instead of giving his sister the Amulet. Poor me.” I pouted my lips in exaggeration, blinking excessively.
A choked cry was the only response as the halfling’s lips turned blue.
“Xander,” the other Fortune Elf gasped, holding his mate against his chest as he brandished his sword in my direction. “Help Kysha.”
“Please, Xander.” The Earth Elf placed her hand on the dragon’s flank. “Shift.”
A flash of white light filled my vision.
Hatred bubbled up inside of me for the redhead. The dragon refused to do as I asked, but one request from her, and he listened?
The beast disappeared, and my brother straightened in its place. His mate handed him a cloak, and he wrapped it around his middle, leaving his scar-riddled chest and arms bare as he glared at me.
“Let her go, Saena,” he growled, gesturing to the elf choking to death in front of me. “I did as you asked. Your quarrel is not with Kysha.”
“No, it’s not.” I shook my head. “But why should I do anything you say?” I sneered. “Maybe I will kill her, just to remind you who’s in charge here.”
“No!” the halfling’s wife cried out.
I opened my palm, and a second red noose laced around her neck.
“Then I’ll kill you both,” I said, shrugging as the Fortune Elf fell to her knees next to her wife, gasping for air. “It doesn’t matter to me.”
“Saena,” the silver-haired male growled, a look of panic entering his eye. “Release them.”