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her brother, nor even of the opening that had been there only moments before. The power of the Faerie women was like the fangs of dozens of serpents breaking her skin, venom shooting through her veins, burning. And yet in the midst of her agony, Bodicea's words crystallized in her mind.
She was Protector of Albion, and she had the power to defend herself.
"Morior Maleficus!" Tamara's words turned the Faerie magick back upon the ethereal women, but now each tiny fang was a dagger. Tamara's spell had set their attack back upon them at triple its strength. There came a collective shriek, more of fury than of pain, and the Faeries were driven back. Tamara sneered and took a step toward them, magickal fire coalescing into a ball between her hands. She shaped that magick, and she propelled it toward the Faerie Princess in a flash of blinding, blazing light.
But she was no fool. If they would not harm the babies, Tamara had no reason to stay and fight them on her own. Tamara used the fiery distraction to fling herself to the ground and crawl under the cover of the trees. Behind her, she heard cries of rage and pain, and she smiled,
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