“They’re looking for Mellcom and Jeremiah. They got separated. Let’s go!” Thayla shouts.
Gladian’s and Chasin’s footsteps fall in with ours as we race to catch up with Thayla and Mara. All our eyes stay peeled for any fucker who may pop out and surprise us.
“Where are we going?” Gladian asks.
“Apparently, to their arenas. Mellcom has the little girl we’re looking for.”
“Little girl? Why would he have a little girl?”
I cut my eyes at him. “It’s Lambrit’s little sister.”
His gaze widens.
“Shit. I didn’t realize he had a sister.”
“Why would you, Gladdy? You know fuck all nothing about any of us,” Riven says as his pace picks up, eating the distance between us and Thayla.
Kyzen joins him, but Amick and I keep the space between them and us so we can watch their backs. We make it to a long stretch of a dirt path, and Thayla’s strides speed up. The four spaced-out clay structures looming not too far ahead spur us all on.
Kyzen’s power wraps around Amick, me, Gladian, and Chasin, and quicker than we can blink, we’re at their backs. Thayla rushes through the open door of the second structure and slams to a stop. My heart thunders in my ears as my power begs me for freedom.
“About time, sweet T. We’ve been waiting for you.”
Thayla’s shoulders rise and fall as her panicked gaze locks onto the sword pressed against a little girl’s throat.
Motherfucker.
Thayla
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“Thay—”
My entire body flinches as Jeremiah slaps his hand over Laney’s mouth, and fire licks through my veins. Her tears flow over his fingers in a constant stream, and I track them all the way down to the dirt.
The ground vibrates from the restraint it’s taking to hold myself back.
Breathe.
Don’t scare her.
“What the fuck are you doing, Jeremiah?”
He tsks at my quiet question. “Language, sweet T. We’ve got little ears around.”
His mocking laugh makes my eye twitch.
“Enough, Jer.”
My gaze jerks to where the crowd of men parts, allowing their fearless fucking leader to walk through them.
So many of those faces I recognize.
So many had no problem bashing their swords against my body not too long ago.
He’s assembled, I swear, what looks like all the men from each arena. There may be a few women somewhere in the crowd, but I can’t see them.
“What’s going on, Mellcom?”
