My numb lips tremble out a broken sob, “Kassiel.”
Chapter 37
Kassiel
Her eyes roll back into her head as she passes out.
Caym panics and screams for Rune in the treeline while Leeson looks like she's about to jump out of the treelines safety if it meant giving Alora a better chance.
He yells at me, his voice shaking, “She’s losing too much blood and the damned arrow didn’t pierce all the way through.”
I had seen it enter her porcelain skin before she even realized it happened. My world had stopped right then.
Damn it, Euron would stop at nothing if it meant her going free. I had only recently learned more about his curse from Jessamine and Naaveen and the prophecy from the Oracles. Ofcourse the fates would center Alora at it all, in a perverse sense of checks and balances.
And now, she suffers because of my love for her and the hatred Euron has towards me.
My eyes scan over the castle walls and see some of the best trained soldiers in their ranks. The fates really find humor in unfavorable situations.
“Caym,” I begin, letting the seriousness of what I’m about to say settle over him, “we’re not getting out of this, I assume you know by now.”
His gaze turns towards the castle, inventorying the amount of soldiers that still continue towards us. They return to mine before puzzling over Alora.
“I agree, it doesn’t look promising."
Sweat forms on his face as he searches the canopy line for his comrades.
Rune shouts in an effort to get my attention but I can’t make out what he says given the distance between us.
I focus on Caym, my mind rapidly forming a plan, “Did he find the leirunes?”
He eagerly nods. “Yes, he was able to locate his ward and The Nightmare’s but?—”
He snaps his mouth closed and I shift Alora’s weight in my arms.
“Tell me,” I demand.
“Jessamine says that yours wasn’t there.” His voice is hushed, laced with suspicion.
Of course it wouldn’t be there, that would be too easy.
Hurriedly I answer, “It should have been. It’s been many turns since I’d seen them all, but it wouldn’t make sense for it to not be there.”
I close my eyes, deciding I can still make my idea work.
“Where are they Caym? The wards?”
He throws his hands in the air exasperatedly.
Deciding we don’t have enough time for arguments, I tell himmostof the truth.
“To free Rune from his ward and his bond, you’re going to need some of my essence. I know that my blood will devour any link except my own, as I cannot harm the one who chained me to him, as much as I would love to.”
Caym’s brows draw up into an angry vee.
“You cannot harm him?” He asks with disbelief.
“Not while I am bound to him. My magic cannot be used on myself, so in turn it won’t work on him as he’s bound to me.”
