Page 29 of Cage Me

He stared into the mirror again and saw a cave with water dripping into it from above. “Where is this?”

Jett folded his arms and scowled. “What do you see?”

“Rocks, dirt, nothing that seems any more indistinguishable than where were standing now. Except for the water.”

Azynsa stilled in his arms, unconscious but not seizing anymore.

“Ask her.” Again, with the don't be stupid tone. “You're in her head and she's the only one who knows where to go.”

He didn't feel like he was that deeply connected to her. He'd only just marked and claimed her. She owned his soul, and he knew at a visceral level that they belonged together. But, he didn't know her well enough to understand what she was thinking.

He liked to pretend he knew women, he knew their bodies, what turned them on.

Beyond that they were as mysterious to him as mermaids.

He did know to play to his strengths. That's what made him a good warrior in the first place.

Cage lifted Azy's back and brought her head up to his. She had such plump lips and all he could think was “mine.”

He brushed his lips across hers, feeling how rough and dry they were. He dipped his tongue out wetting them both. “Azynsa, my mate. I know you're in there and I think you can hear me. Let me in, my love.”

She released a soft sigh and the image in the mirror lit up brightly enough to draw his attention away from her lips.

The droplets of water shimmered with a yellow gold light that matched the spark of his soul shard. They pooled on the floor of a small cave. The view changed, as if Azy were looking up. The water was falling from leaves and a small root poking through the dirt of the ceiling.

That was the only bit of life Cage had seen since they had entered the caldera and began their descent through the gates of hell.

The water and the light inside of it pulsed with elemental magic. She was giving him every clue she could.

He pressed a real kiss to her lips this time. “That's my girl.”

Jett had been with Jakob and Kai down here in hell before. He knew how they escaped and where. “The escape route Jakob carved through the stone. That's where her secret hideout is.”

“Smart girl,” Jett said.

“Can you lead us there?”

“Yeah, but I can't guarantee there won't be a horde of demon dragons crawling all over it.”

Fallyn sniffed and made a face at Jett. “Tell them to go away.”

Was she simply rambling again? Cage thought not. “You can communicate with them, can't you? Control them even.”

What a bastard. Jett was more than just a rogue dragon. When they were safely out of hell, he and Jett were having a serious conversation.

“I don't control them. But, they are my brethren. Some of them will listen to me. The ones that don't aren't worth saving.”

There was too much going on here that Cage did not have time to interpret. Jett had fought against and slaughtered his fair share of demon dragons while they had been down here. If he would continue to do that, the rest didn't matter to Cage. Only getting Azy to safety did. “Then, I expect you to use that advantage to help me save my mate now.”

“I will, golden boy. But, don't forget that favor you owe me. It's getting bigger by the minute.”

Azy whimpered softly. The image in the mirror shifted and Cage now saw Fallyn. She was chained to a rock. No, she was gripping the chains. A whip of fire sliced through the air behind her and into her back. Her mouth moved saying the number eleven but without any sound.

Shit. That favor he owed Jett was about to get a lot bigger.

“I will do whatever it is you require. Now grab the girl and let's go.”

Jett raised one eyebrow but nodded. He stalked toward Fallyn. She dropped the mirror, but Jett caught it and her. She screamed and thrashed in his arms until Jett wrapped his arm around her neck and pinched her in a full on Vulcan death grip. She collapsed, and he hefted her up and over his shoulder.

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