Matched (Mortal, Book Three)
One of them is leading the charge, twenty or so yards ahead of the others.
Curling my hands, I reach into my deep, inner well. "Then we'll fight."
Alec stops, determination on his face. The first goblin launches itself at me, and I raise my arm to bat it away.
Pain shoots through my arm. Yelping, I grab it.
The goblin drops in front of me and chuckles.
"It's made out of stone or something!" I hiss in pain.
Alec kicks at the thing, but it doesn't budge. Instead, Alec ends up hopping up and down, clutching his foot.
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