Saber reached out and grabbed one of his wings, helping to reel him back in. Suddenly, Saber’s entire personality made so much more sense. She wasn’t just some vampire. She was the granddaughter to Lilith. Regardless of who her mother was, Saber inherited a crazy kind of magic from her father. A normal civilian vampire wouldn’t have felt confident or comfortable enough ordering Tennessee around, not to mention grabbing him the way she was, but a thousand-year-old granddaughter of Lilith would. “Easy, Little Michael, or I’ll ship you off to Seelie until this is over.”

As Tennessee growled in protest, I turned my attention back to the battle. I’d never felt more helpless or useless. Sure, I was guarding Emersyn and that was important because our Empress was important—-for many reasons. Her being blind was a huge detriment to our cause. The least I could do was ensure she remained alive so we could get her vision back. But as I threw my magic waves over and over, I couldn’t help but feel like a little kid on a bike with training wheels. I felt like Nemo with his special little fin trying to swim fast. I wanted to help my Coven-mates protect the humans from the Unseelie flying over their heads. Or at least help the Knights kill demons.

And then a figure dropped out of the sky and landed in the middle of the intersection. A figure with long dark hair that looked black again instead of the navy-blue it had been in Seelie. But those yellow eyes with the cat-like pupils looked as I remembered them. A cold chill slid down my spine.

The Unseelie Prince had arrived.

He stood in the middle of my magic waves like they did nothing to him. Tenn and Tegan let out strings of violent curses. Saber growled so loud it sent goosebumps across my back.

Emersyn sat up straight, holding her hands up high. “What is that? I feel it. It’s strong⁠—-”

“Unseelie Prince. Do not engage.” Saber grabbed hold of Tenn’s wing and did not let go. “Stand down, Haven. He is not your fight tonight.”

The air was pulsing around Tenn. His whole body trembled as if staying in one place was physically hurting him. The Unseelie Prince’s gaze narrowed on Tenn. A cocky sideways grin spread on his alien face.

And then he was charging for us, running at full speed.

My pulse quickened.

“Do not engage!” Saber yelled, still holding Tenn’s wing.

Everest leapt from a shadow right behind me. I gasped as he landed in front of us. Without missing a beat, he flicked his wrists. Black smoke slammed into the Prince’s chest, throwing him at least fifty feet away.

“Wind.” Everest turned to us and pointed. “They cannot adapt to Earth’s wind. Throw them to the park. Get them off the streets. But on my cue.”