Page 12 of Dark Fae's Desires
Savannah
With deliberate movements, Ambrosia puts her arm behind her back and then produces a large key. I glance briefly at it before she inserts it into the lock and turns it.
The cage opens and she steps back, pulling the key out as she does.
Kicking it gently to open it further, I step through, not trusting my own power. How was this so easy? Surely, surely, this is a trap.
“Him too,” I say, indicating the cage near mine with my chin.
She frowns and shakes her head. “Not blood. Not my niece,” she says.
My eyes widen.Fuck, this actually worked.
Trouble is, all I’ve done is get her to let me out of the cage. I’mstillin the dungeon of the Light Fae Palace and have many figurative miles to go until I’m home free. This is only the beginning.
Grabbing her elbow, I concentrate again. “You want to let him out,” I say, deliberately slowly. “Isn’tthat right?”
Her frown increases. “Yes,” she says. “That’s right.”
Fuck me.
I watch as she unlocks the cage for Rath’Na to step out.
He doesn’t.
“Let’s go!” I hiss.
“Girl. Go,” he replies, shaking his head.
“COME!” I roar and grab him by his blasted iron chains to haul him out of the cage.
Drawn into the light from Ambrosia’s torch, I’m appalled at the sight of him. So tall and proud and handsome in my vision, now he is positively skeletal and stooped.
Storming past Ambrosia, the flesh of my palm smoking from the iron, I don’t care, and I don’t let go. I drag him behind me, conscious of how this looks, but if he won’t come by himself, then I have no choice. No way am I leaving him here. We head in the direction that I saw Ambrosia approach from, wondering what will greet me on the other side of the door, when out of the corner of my eye, I see a small entrance to a tunnel that is just about big enough for us to walk through.
Steering us towards it, I look back over my shoulder to see Ambrosia walking mindlessly towards the steps that lead out of here. We are not even on her radar now, so I have to move. Quickly. It’s not easy with Rath’Na trailing behind me like a lost puppy.
“Please,” I beg. “We need to go quickly.”
He doesn’t answer, and I don’t press it.
We have entered the tunnel and my feet splash in shallow water. Luckily, I still have my boots on because I grimace as the smell hits me. No wonder it stank in the dungeon with this sewer tunnel running right next to it.
The darkness of the dungeon was pleasant compared to the sheer blackness that has enveloped us. I can’t see a thingin front of my face. All I have is the smell and the sound of our feet splashing through the gods only know what. I swallow as I realize that Rath’Na probably doesn’t have shoes on. I didn’t stop to check. He isn’t complaining though. He isn’t saying anything.
Even with him slowing me down, I rush along as fast as I can. I have no idea where the end of this tunnel is, but it has to be outside the palace. Logically, it just has to be.
Suddenly, I’m pulled up short by a searing pain in my veins. My blood is heating up, boiling forcing me to grunt and stoop, doubling over as I try to catch my breath with lungs that feel like they are filled with lead.
The blood oath is protesting.
It doesn’t want me going any further away from Anders. But I have to. Knowing that the pain is caused by my lengthening the distance between us, allows me to take a deep breath through my mouth and stand up straight.
“Child? Are you well?”
“I’m fine,” I grit out and start walking again.
“I’m slowing you down,” Rath’Na says.
