Page 149 of The Sins of Silas

Deana shrieked, backing away. I tried so hard to break free of the other restraints, but my arm and both legs were still trapped.

“His thumbprint,” I panted to Deana. “Release yourself and get the hell out of here!”

She trembled. “I-I can't…fire will consume me—"

“Then just run,” I pleaded.

“What about you?!” she cried.

Dimitri began to stir.

“Go! I'll find a way.”

She hesitated, and as Dimitri began to lift himself, she bolted out of the door.

“You,” he sputtered, the wound on his skull leaking blood. “You Godsdamn bastard.”

He stood, thankfully tucking away his nasty manhood, and turned, slamming a drunken fist into the side of my bruised face.

Stars spread across my vision. “Fuck you.” I spat in his face, then broke out in a hysterical laugh at the sight of his angered face. Nothing he could do would be worse than what had already been done to me. He would never have me sniveling or begging for mercy.

His nostrils flared, his lip twitching as he swung into my face again.

And again.

And again.

I choked, blood rushing out of my mouth, my ears ringing from the blunt force.

He grasped my arm, wrenching it at an unnatural angle. “You broke one of my men's arms,” he snarled, his foul breath brushing against my face. “I should do the same to you.”

I heard it snap, and I cried out as pain shot through my body. One arm was dislocated, one broken.

I was fucked.

“The truth is, princeling, there is no information I need from you.” He chuckled, stumbling as he retrieved his blade from the ground. “I just need you dead.”

He rushed forward, and I had no time to prepare as he began repeatedly stabbing me in the chest.

Over and over and over.

ChapterForty

LENA

Torrin had reluctantly agreed to my plan and was now on the outside, leading the prisoners to the fight alongside Elowen. It was better that way, at least to start. Torrin knew everyone inside, and I could tell by the small interactions in the cage that they respected him. Who couldn't, really?

I already could hear the screaming outside as I snuck up an entrance to the second floor. I could only hope Roland and Edmund would be quick with their job capturing the council members.

I had no idea where Silas was, and neither did Waylon. There were hundreds of rooms in the castle. He could be in any of them.

Due to the chaos outside, doors to the rooms began flying open, and royals panicked at the battle beneath them. Some halted in place as I passed them, ducking in fear. Some attempted to grasp me, and I froze their bodies to the walls.

Silas could be dead by now, for all I knew.

“Where is the Prince?!” I yelled at those I passed.

None knew…none gave answers.

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