Page 13 of Dark Fae's Desires
“No, you are not.”
“Leave me. Make your way back to your home without me.”
“Not. A. Chance,” I say, spinning and pointing my finger where I think his face is for emphasis. “Now walk!”
Turning around again, I get two paces before I’m yanked back by the chains.
“Let go,” he says, his voice as strong as I’ve heard it. It startles me so much, that I drop the chain.
It clunks to the ground, splashing in the water.
“You need your hands free to use those fancy swords,” he adds.
I look back over my shoulder, having completelyforgotten about them. Even with the magick dampener in the cage, no one dared take them off me. They are still in the holsters, so lightweight that I didn’t even notice they were still there. He must’ve seen them in the light from the fire torch.
“You’ll follow me?” I bark, crossing my hands over my head and grabbing the hilts. I draw them out and he takes a step back. They glint noticeably with magick in the oppressive obscurity of the tunnel.
“Lead on, Princess,” he says, in a mocking tone that I grimace at, but figure if he is all with the attitude, then he has to be all right.
“If I turn back around and you aren’t there, I will find you and drag you out on your ass. Are we clear?”
“Crystal,” he drawls and indicates with his chin for me to get a move on.
Giving him a fierce look, that he can definitely see in the magickal gleam of the swords, I turn to head further into the tunnel, ignoring the worsening pain with each step I take.
However, we don’t get far.
After several moments, I have to stop. My head is spinning, it feels like I’m walking on white-hot coals while being stung by a thousand wasps.
“The blood oath?” Rath’Na asks.
“Yes,” I croak. “I’m okay.”
“The further away you go, the worse you will feel.”
“I’m aware, thanks for the obvious report on my condition.”
“Now-now,” he tuts. “No need to be sassy.”
“Sorry,” I mumble, feeling bad for my bite back. “I’m fine. Let’s keep going. There has to be an end to thistunnel soon.”
There isn’t.
There is, however, a fork that I curse at in several different languages, brandishing my swords at it as if that’s going to make the tunnel decide to give up being a fork and turn into a knife.
It doesn’t.
“Fuck you, stupid tunnel,” I mutter. “Which way?”
Silence.
I spin around so quickly, my head nearly flies off my body.
“I’m still here. Calm yourself,” Rath’Na says. “I just have no answer for you so why waste my breath?”
“Left, or right? Left, or right?” I have to decide quickly. Surely by now someone has found Ambrosia a bit addled and worked out that she’s let us go. Anders is probably going to murder her, but that’s a thought for another day. Right now, I have not only myself to worry about, but an ancient Dragon that has been held captive for hundreds of years that I’ve decided to take under my, ahem, wing.
“Fuck’s sake, Savvie. Right, decide.”
