Page 113 of Wings of Lies
To the right. Now your left,he yelled, directing me in the dark.
I followed his every word, missing the silhouettes of trees by mere inches. There was no time to doubt. Trusting the Drune and this male, I emptied my mind and solely focused on his directions.
“Jump.”
Chapter
Twenty-Six
My feet tangled together, chains wrapping and clanging against the stone slab. I fell stomach first, skidding across the ground, stopping with my head just over the ledge, tender palms burning from the scraping grit.
I heaved a strangled breath.
“JUMP? JUMP?”
Dirt continued to rain down on the shadows below. The tinkling joined the sound of moving water hidden by the lightless night.
The prince won’t stay solid for long. Stand up and jump!
Relief penetrated my achy heart once again. I didn’t kill him. He was alive.
Yes. He’s unfortunately alive. I can’t kill unless I am present or am able to infiltrate their mind.
I couldn’t control the worry that manifested from his words. He had infiltrated my mind.
I have. Now jump!He expected to be obeyed.
Go to hell!I snapped back and shivered as the temperature dropped.
Do not speak to me in such a way. Jump.
Grimacing, hands raw but healing, I stood. Dirt spilled into the black pit as I toed the ledge of the open space. Butterflies committed suicide against my stomach.I didn’t want to die.
You’d choose death over what the Mother of Demons will do to you if the prince catches up?
The wind whipped my black waves. I stepped closer to the unseeable waters, digging my toes into my boots as if to puncture through and claw into the ground to keep me here.
What about Brock?
He’s not an issue right now. Stop stalling. The prince will be coming, and I’m losing my patience.
This was for her. I couldn’t stop now. My unmoving legs didn’t agree. But I’d be free to find her. That was worth it, right? Unless I went splat on a boulder, or another monster squid attacked me. Yeah, this wasn’t working. I’d never jump if I continued down that thought path.
Jump!
Please, say it one more time. It worked so well the first few tries.
Watch it.
Don’t intrude on thoughts you don’t like, and I would.
When you jump, do not under any circumstance take in any water.
What’s wrong with the water?
Something rustled in the background. I whipped around. Spindly black shadows rested against a blacker background. No one was there.
Do you want to be a prisoner again?
