Can I trust him?
Trust.
Really?
Trust.
I will not doubt my minotaur. Lifting an elbow, I strike down on a vent cover in the ceiling. A gasp sounds from below as it swings loose.
I angle my head to peer through the hole and see the devil Drakeward looking up at me.
He regains his composure quickly. “Nice of you to drop in.”
I can’t squeeze my body through the small opening, so I just hold there, staring at him.
“This is a total shit-show,” he says. “How the fuck do we get you out of here?”
That is not my major concern.
What I need to know is that my nymph is safe.
And the child.
But the words that came before, cannot exit my throat now. Not for him.
Even so, I try. “G-g-g…” I choke. I cough.
He angles his head to one side, looking at me quizzically. “You’re very chatty all of a sudden.”
Bastard. “G-g-r-r…”
“The girl?”
Yes. I nod. Difficult in this position.
“I found her above ground. We got her out. Feniks and Theodora have her safe.”
My body relaxes slightly. Then all is well.
Drakeward flexes his fingers, studying the back of his hand for a moment, then returns his attention to me. “Can you access your minotaur?” he asks.
Shake of head.
“My dragon is also in fucking hiding, so we’ll have to jailbreak you old-school.” He looks back along the corridor. “Wait there.”
The next second the dragon is outside my range of vision.
I hear a whistle.
Feet come running. “Yes, sir?”
“Here, I need assistance.”
More movement noises, then a hard thud.
Drakeward is back in my line of sight, and he’s dragging an unconscious body. A guard dressed in black.
“OK, big guy. Get your ass down here and get changed.”
