Page 109 of Bound
Chapter 39
Gage
We get the Fae lords out of the observing room just as Amoret’s lilac fire dies at the edge of the hall. Branwen takes one look at the flames and his eyes go wide.
“Sister?”
Amoret flushes and hoists his arm over her shoulder once more. “I’ll explain later, brother mine.”
Though he nods, the lean line of his jaw is tight.
Commotion in the hall echoes through the room.
I motion Amoret. “Time to go.”
The corridor off the observance room is brighter than the others. Here, instead of torches, someone strung a long line of single bulb construction lights. I eye the set up warily as a shout sounds behind us.
Falling back, I rip the cable from the wall.
Renvi and Cusnu speed past as Amoret slows, Branwen tight to her side.
“Gage?”
If Bran notices her familiarity, he doesn’t remark.
“The tunnel should be close, Amoret. Get them out.”
Her eyes widen. “I won’t leave you here.”
“You can and you will.” Anger sparks through her gaze at my words. I try to gentle my tone. “Please. They are all close to collapse from the medications and the electricity. Get them to the trees. I’ll meet you.”
She scours my face, removes Bran’s arm from her shoulders, and darts back to me. I drop the lights. Pulling her against me as she quakes, her sweet rose and orange scent fills my nose. The ache in my chest cracks wide.
I drop a hard kiss to her soft hair. “Go, baby. I’m right behind you.”
She pulls back just enough to see my face. The soft shimmer of tears in her eyes makes my gut clench. “I love you,” she breathes.
Fuck.
My hands grip her face and I kiss her as hard as I dare. She’s not breakable. Not like I thought. No. Under the innocent exterior is a fierce woman made of iron and love. And god help me, but I want her as my own.
I step back, releasing her. Over her head, Bran’s expression borders on pain. Ignoring her brother, I nudge her off and bend to pick up the lights. “Go, Amoret.”
Her bottom lip tremors, but she pivots on her heel and sprints off.
I turn around and twirl the cable like a fucking lasso as the first dark-clad figure crowds the corner.
My lips spread into a smile. “Don’t suppose you would all just crawl back into the fuck hole you came from?”
The male at the front is the one from earlier, Wraith. He smirks. “Never knew the Fae had such potty mouths.”
“Wraith, shut it.”
My head whips over to find the man from Lock Lake. The one who gave the orders to take Amoret and myself. My eyes narrow.
“Where’s Ralf?” I snarl. “I wouldn’t mind a piece of him too.”
Behind the leader, Wraith’s eyes tighten ever so slightly. It’s the only answer I need.
