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“No!” The hallway darkened even more until all I could see were its glowing red eyes. “Our game’s not done.” The little beast’s voice grew darker than the hallway.
Game? What is it talking about? I’d never play any game with that thing. If anything, I should fucking kill it. Just being around the little beast made me want to stomp on it.
“I don’t care about whatever game you have going. Whatever it was, it’s over now. Go away!”
“No. You don’t talk to me that way. And he’s mine here! Ziriel said so!” He disappeared in a puff of smoke.
What? How did it just vanish? “Was that a demon? Are we in Hell? Am I dead?”
Van let out a long sigh and gripped my arm again, tugging me forward. “No. You’re not dead and Hell is much hotter than this, but let’s hurry before we get into trouble.”
“Okay.”
Wait. Why did I keep agreeing? I searched my memories for whatever I was forgetting—
A stabbing pain hit my head and I hissed. “What’s wrong with me?”
“You’ll be fine.” Van dragged me a few more steps. “You just need some food and sleep. It’s been a long day. Come on. We have to hurry now.”
“Okay.”
What the fuck? The word just kept slipping out of my mouth, but nothing about losing memories and being confused was okay. I needed answers, and I was beginning to wonder if I could trust Van at all.
I jerked my arm free from Van’s grip, and a section of the ceiling two feet in front of us fell to the floor, sand spilled down until we were fully blocked.
Van started back the way we came, but the little beastie popped back in—this time with company.
The man wasn’t as tall as me, but he looked like he’d have fun roasting me on a spit. His long black beard was flecked with gray, and his long hair was pulled back from his face. “What do you think you’re doing, Van?”
Van moved to stand between me and the man. “It’s time for young Christopher to go home. He’s gotten in over his head.”
“No.” The man’s voice grew threatening and smoke swirled through the whites of his eyes as he stepped toward Van. “You’ll not be taking him anywhere.” A few men dressed in all white and with carved golden masks popped in a puff of smoke behind the man.
Van gripped the hilt of his sword. “Yes. I will. He’s not of your court. He’s under our protection, and I’m going to take him home. Now.”
I didn’t understand what was going on. I wished I could dunk my head in a bucket of ice water to clear the fog from it. Why didn’t I understand what was happening?
Because someone had messed with my head. It was the only answer my muddled brain could come up with.
I didn’t want anyone getting into a fight over me. It wasn’t necessary—I wasn’t worth any kind of bloodsh
ed—but maybe this new guy could help me. “Who are you?”
The man looked at me for a long second, and then turned his head—as if he were listening to something far off.
And then he laughed. “Oh, she’s good. But Eli doesn’t want him to leave yet. So, I think I’ll keep him.”
His fist slammed into my face before I could move. Blood gushed down my face, and I reached for my wolf, but he was still asleep.
What. The. Fuck.
“That should’ve worked.” The man ran his other hand down his beard.
I grabbed onto my nose with both hands. Broken. Damn it. Only one way to fix this.
One.
Two.
