Page 18 of Snows Sinful Seven

She steps out of the darkness when she sees me approaching. She’s dressed in a deep red dress with her moss-green cloak pulled up over her head. I should have found her some pants to wear. Damn it. Fuck, there’s no time. She has to go now, while it’s dark, while everyone is asleep. She will have more time that way. I’m not sure how long it’s going to take before someone realizes she’s gone, and there’s only so much I can do if that man who’s working for the King is planning to deal with her now rather than later.

“Here.” I hand her the bag. “It’s all I could find that would be good to shove in this backpack.”

“It’s perfect.” She gives me a sad smile. “I’ll see what Mrs. Bark can do to help when I get there.” Mrs. Bark will be the only one to know where Snow is going. And when the time comes, she will be the one to tell me so I can find her.

“I have something else I want you to take.” A heavy feeling presses down on my chest, knowing this is our goodbye.

Quickly, I pull up my dress and remove the holster with a few daggers from my thigh.

“Oh,” she whispers as I look up at her.

“I need you to have these, something to defend yourself with if needed.”

“Okay.” She nods and gathers her dress up then holds out her leg.

If it was any other time, I’d be admiring her body right now. But now is not the time for that. Securing the holster in place, I make sure everything is good before standing.

“I guess it’s time for me to go now,” she whispers.

“Yeah.” I swallow hard, then grunt as she throws herself at me, hugging me so tightly I can’t breathe.

I don’t care and hug her back. Needing this more than I thought.

“Please, be safe,” I tell her, trying not to break right now.

“Please, find your way back to me.”

“Hey!” a shout from down the hall has us both jumping back in panic.

“Shit. Shit, you need to go. Now!” I hiss and dive forward, pulling on the candlestick.

Snow just gets inside before I see the person who called out.

“What is going on here!” the guard's booming voice is too loud. He’s going to draw attention.

“Go!” I shout, knowing she needs to pull the candle on the inside in order for the door to close.

She gives me a devastated look that very well just might haunt my dreams before the door slides shut.

Spinning back around, I yank my dress up and pull a dagger from the holster on my other thigh.

He saw the passage door, he will tell the King. I can’t let that happen. If he does, it’s a promise of Snow’s death.

“Where did the Princess go?” he demands, jogging to a stop in front of me.

“None of your business,” I spit.

He sneers at me. “The King will hear about this.”

“I was afraid you were going to say that,” I snark back before launching at him and swinging my dagger.

His eyes widen in shock as it lands in his neck, hitting his carotid artery. He tries to scream, but it comes out as a gargled sound, his hand going for his neck as he drops to his knees. I take a step back, chest heaving as I stare down at the man who’s quickly running out of blood.

I’ve just killed a man. His blood is on my hands.

Yet, I can’t find it in me to feel bad. If this means Snow has a chance, then I’d do it again. I’d kill anyone who gets in the way of her freedom, even if it means losing mine.

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