“You got that right.” Blake stared at his hand with the blade, and Fox’s hand moved away from my neck. He grunted as he tried to fight the force. It was still close to my neck. If I knew a little defense, I could’ve been out of his grip in no time.
His crotch. I knew it hurt if you slammed into it real hard and I didn’t think. I slammed, and he groaned. His arm pulled the other direction with a loud snap, away from me. Fox’s screamed reached my ears as I moved fast to get away from him and looked back. He was on his one knee, breathing like a bull as his arm bent in the most unnatural way.
Grunts left his mouth as Blake walked toward him. He bent down and spoke to him in Latin. Fox’s face slacked as he stared at Blake.
“Get her out now!” Blake ordered and Emanual grabbed me. The ring meant nothing anymore.
I heard screams as Emanual dragged me away down the path. My head spun and then everything just faded.
I woke up in bed.My cuts and scrapes were gone.
My eyes landed on a figure standing in front of the window, with folded arms. It was Blake.
He was like me, a Dragonian. He seemed pretty occupied staring out the window. Was I in Paegeia? It looked the same as the world I grew up in. I felt better, but there was still a slight zing in my ears and a bit of a vortex in my head. But there were no bruises around my wrists or where the knife sliced into me.
An IV in my arm ran to a bag that hung above the bed with clear liquid.
Blake turned his head, and my eyes flickered to him.
“How do you feel?”
“What happened?”
He’s eyes squinted. “You don’t remember?”
“No, I do, but how… What did you do to him?”
“Magic. Going for his crotch was bad ass, Elena.” His lips curved into a soft smile.
“Don’t.” I begged.
“You are alive, and well.”
“And traumatized by a fucking sadistic psychopath that was a gigantic ass of a beast. Don’t forget that part.” I spat out the words and my voice broke as the tears pricked.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve been there.”
“You don’t have to explain. Like you said. I’m alive and well. I’m sure there is magic that can take away this memory too.”
“Not in Paegeia. It’s against the law. Deal with it, Elena. It’s your world now.”
“We’re not in Paegeia?”
“We are still in Virginia. Tonight, we will fly back home. They are expecting us early tomorrow morning. You should rest.”
He walked toward the door.
“Is my father still alive?”
“They took him back last night. So I don’t know. I’m sure he is. I pray he is.”
He was so different now. All set and mechanical like a robot. I wondered if he was eighteen.
“You should rest. Someone will bring you food.”
He opened the door and walked out.
I was only a mission to him. An order to bring back the Rubicon’s prisoner. I heard what Fox had said last night. The Rubicon would be glad that I was dead.
