Page 120 of Valpar

My nemisisis…

“What do you want?” I hissed. Karma flew up and slapped his hand over my mouth and shook his head. He held up a small piece of paper and stuck it right in my face.

“If you want to see Simon alive—lose the orc.”

I’m gonna kill that son of a bi—

He slapped my nose and held the paper up again. I nodded angrily and grabbed the rope at my waist. I watched as Karma zipped down the cave passage and I knew I had to follow him.

Great, sneaking past an orc that had just bragged about his tracking skills was going to be dang near impossible.

Valpar was humming, though. He was happy and somewhat content right now because I was supposedly listening to him by sitting on the bed. Only problem was I was going to disobey him and really have some corner time later, and maybe a spanking not of the high-pleasure proportions I love so much.

I inwardly groaned and undid the poorly done knot he’d made. Thankful that I never told him what a terrible knot-maker he was, I slipped it off of my waist. I grabbed several pillows and tightened the rope around them, so he would have some resistance when he moved, thinking it me following behind him. It would give me a little more time to get out of there.

My butt tingled as I tip-toed closer to the passageway.

Goddess, he’s gonna pop me good, later.

Valpar was still humming, though looked rather disgruntled as he rummaged through his supplies on the table.

“Where is it?” he grumbled to himself. “I put it in here. It should be right there!”

I swallowed and turned, taking off down the passageway, making sure my feet didn’t slap the stone floor and welcomed the sun outside.

“Took you long enough,” Karma hissed and pulled a small braid of my hair. I tugged back and his body flew past me.

“Get off me, you shiny turd, and tell me where Simon is!”

A rope dropped in front of my face, and I saw Ivy hovering above me. “Grab the rope and hold on.” Her eyes narrowed and checked out the cave before looking at me again. “And be quick about it, or you will never see the annoying goat again.”

I didn’t think that Karma and Ivy could be so mean or that evil to do something. Karma picked on me because—he was just mean, and Ivy was just jealous I had a mate. Why go to this extent? Kidnapping a goat.

I snorted.Kid-napping. Goat-napping a goat. That was just ludicrous.

“What is your problem? Both of you? Why can’t you just leave me alone? Leave my friends and mate alone?”

As if on cue, they both rolled their eyes.

“Get on the rope,” Ivy barked. “Before the fat orc comes out here, or Simon will be fed to an ogre.”

I ground my teeth together and made a bowline knot at the bottom of the rope, so I could stick my feet inside and wouldn’t have to use my arms to hold me up constantly.

And my mate wasn’t fat, there was more to love, and he was so damn comfortable to sleep on, more padding when he punches his hips when he sticks his dick into me, but I wasn’t gonna tell her that. She would just want him more.

Right now, there was nothing else I could do. I had to find Simon. He was the first friend that I could remember when I came here. I trusted him and loved him. I couldn’t wait for Valpar to come out of the cave and beat these two up. I didn’t know if Simon was being held by someone else, and if they were told to hurt him if we arrived late.

I had to do this for Simon.

I tightly gripped the rough, coarse rope with my trembling hands as Ivy, with no warning, effortlessly hoisted me into the air. The wind rushed past my face, carrying with it the scent of fresh pine and the distant aroma of the palace gardens. Above the towering trees, the view extended beyond the height of the palace, revealing a breathtaking view. Despite the intense desire to shut my eyes tightly, I resisted the urge, determined not to show my fear. I had to remain composed, to absorb every detail of where we were going, so I could find our way home.

Because, obviously, Valpar was not going to be able to track us.

“Gods, you need to lay off the cupcakes,” Ivy announced as we started flying south.

I leered up at the large form she took to carry me and scoffed. “And you wanted an orc in your bed. If you can’t handle a small human to carry, what makes you think you can handle a heavy orc dick?”

Her fangs pulled back in a hiss and she stopped flying. She let us freefall for a few seconds, and I held onto a rope, for dear life, that I knew would never save me from my death.

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