Page 62 of Dying in Flames (Reborn 4)
“Is that true?” Marco demanded, looking atMr. I Put Kittens In Danger.
“Yes.”
Oh.
“Let’s get rid of this stone then,” I voiced. “How do we do that?”
“You need someone to break it with their magic from outside the cell,” he stated softly. There was a look in his eye that had me knowing he was being purposefully evasive, and I just didn’t understand why.
“Is that something you can do?” Atlas demanded.
“Yes.”
“Fucking do it then,” Croy snapped, causing me to jolt. He brushed his lips against my ear gently in apology.
I managed to sit all the way up as I whimpered at the pressure on my body, my bones feeling almost out of place, as if something was seriously wrong with me.
Mr. I Put Kittens In Dangerlooked at me, examining my face, and something passed over his expression that he quickly hid.
“If I do this, you only have one chance to get out of here. If you don’t do it right away, it will be too late. The Master is already close. If he feels the stone break…that would be bad.”
The way he said ‘bad’ had me knowing it was far worse than that.
“Do it,” Marco demanded.
I moved forward, going up to the bars, leaning against them. He winced at whatever was on my face…or maybe it was the injuries on me… I am positive I didn’t look great.
My voice was sad. “What will happen to you? How will breaking it affect you? You said if there was a way to get me out of here, you would have already done it…so why this? Why now?”
His eyes turned into silver coins for a moment, keeping my gaze before as he leveled quietly, “Just hadn’t thought about it,mon lapin.”
My phoenix told me that was a lie. He was lying, but not in a malicious attempt to keep me here… No, there was something larger I wasn’t understanding. Something extremely dangerous that caused my skin to break out into shivers as I heard something massive rumble the structure we were in.
“We have to do it now,” he insisted. Henry made a sound in his throat as I snapped my head over to where he was staring atMr. I Put Kittens In Dangerin confusion and something else I didn’t understand.
“Are you sure?” Henry grunted.
“Positive,” the man stated, looking back down at me. “Promise me you will get the hell out of here the minute you can. I will do my best to break it…I should have enough power. Try to get the little ones out of here as well.”
I nodded and frowned, feeling like something was very wrong, but I had no idea what. He offered me one more incomprehensible look before turning towards the middle of the room, but not before I caught his hand, causing him to immediately turn back. I felt a surge of power go through us.
My vision blacked out, and I began seeing flashes of a life I didn’t recognize. There were moments of war, filled with gilded armor and white wings. There were angelic figures like the ones from the Bible filling the skies. There was a sense of bloodlust and victory. Then a sick darkness. Chains. Sadness. One that invaded every pore of his memory, the world turning into a shadowed masterpiece of eternity.
Until something changed…until the memories turned into a burning white electric flame. Not like before, not as free, but equally as intense and powerful. A sense of hope suffused everything before a desperate panic matched it…
I gasped as an electric storm ran through me, causing me to jolt, as it felt like my blood turned into lightning itself. It left a mark on me, and I felt my knees break as someone caught me, the hand I’d been holding falling from my grasp.
“What the hell was that?” someone demanded.
“I have no idea,”Mr. I Put Kittens In Dangersaid, his voice shaking. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s get this shit done. Be ready to get the fuck out of here.”
I couldn’t tell you whose arms I was in, holding me against him, but my eyes opened enough to see the man from before going towards the center of the room.
“What’s your name?” I demanded, my voice hoarse.
Azrael.
The secret, because it was clearthatwas what his name was, popped into my head and left me trying to get a grasp on this man and the connection we’d seemingly formed. But then it didn’t matter because he left no time for me to think, let alone ask him any more questions.
