“You really think he’d let you go that easily, Raine?”
“No, but he strikes me as the type to give me space if it’s gotten obvious that I need it.”
She makes a frustrated noise. “Yeah, sure. But you guys were sending letters back and forth all the time and then suddenly you weren’t. He wouldn’t find that the least bit suspicious?”
In my own fantasy world, I’d like to believe he would. But I really don’t know. I’ve known Aiden for such a short amount of time, and while we’ve gotten to slowly know each other through our letters and the weekend we spent together while in his lands, it’s not nearly enough for me to have any kind of definitive answer.
Iwantto believe that he’d notice my lack of response and come rushing over here to check on me. But clearly that’s not the case.
“You need to go to him.” Delilah’s voice is firm when she speaks again.
“How?”
“I’ll break you out.”
I grab at her through the bars again before she can straighten up to stand. “No. You’ll get thrown down here too.”
“I don’t care. If I can get you out of here, you can run to Pollis and tell Aiden what’s going on. He’ll have no choice but to come here and punish Daniel for what he’s done to the king’s mate. That’s the law.”
I frown.
Can it be that easy though? And can I actually let Delilah potentially be hurt in the process? I’ll do anything I can to save her that pain…but she’s right. Howelseare we going to stop Daniel’s reign of terror?
If Aiden doesn’t know what’s going on over here, he can’t fix it.
“He’ll come looking for me eventually,” I say.
“What if he doesn’t? You said it yourself, what if he’s just giving you space? You could be dead by the time he figures out to come looking for you, or you could miscarry. Raine, you have to go to him now.”
I hate that she’s right. I hate it even more that I’m not going to win this argument and dissuade her because she’s clearly already made up her mind.
My hand tightens around her wrist. “I’m not letting you get thrown down here because of me. Or hurt.”
She pats my hand with a smile. “You’ll just have to come break me out if that happens.”
“Delilah…”
A noise above us startles us both: the sound of something being dragged toward the cellar door that Delilah’s left wide open.
“What the…” a voice from above says.
Delilah blows her candle out, plunging the room into darkness again. It won’t do much with our night vision once shifted, but at least whoever is coming our way will be surprised before they can shift.
I move up onto my feet, slightly digging my fingers into my legs over and over again to knock the blood supply back into them.
Both of us ready ourselves as a pair of feet pound down the stairs.
16
Raine
Delilah shifts before the male, a shifter that I vaguely recognize as one of Daniel’s top enforcers—Abram—gets to the last step.
She charges forward at him, quick and agile as she lunges forward with her teeth bared as she knocks into Abram. They both tumble back onto the stairs, where Delilah pins him, growling loudly in order to keep him from moving.
He shifts under her, his jaw snapping in fury as he tries to catch any part of her between his teeth.
My heart pounds in my chest as I watch them, my entire body pressing against the bars while wishing I could just dematerialize to the other side of them and help her. Delilah isn’t the strongest female, but she makes up for it with her speed and agility.