Page 48 of Seized to Sacrifice
‘Hopefully.’
Nyx sat down in his chair. ‘And if he doesn't?’
‘Thorne has already researched how we might get her memory to return. When it does, we make her grant us—’
‘Grant us what?’ Nyx interrupted, leaning back.
‘Death?’ Rye suggested. ‘The ability to leave this realm? I know what I will ask for and so does Thorne. You decide, Brother, but I'm finished. I'm tired of all this, whether I have the ability to conjure, or not.’
‘We’re all tired,’ Nyx muttered.
He glanced at Rye. ‘I fear that Thorne is not as in control as he would have us believe.’
Rye’s brow furrowed. He thought he'd been imagining it. ‘You've noticed it too.’
Nyx nodded. ‘We need to be ready if the Beast emerges.’
‘Agreed,’ Rye said, glancing back at the woman on the bed and then at Nyx. ‘How is she?’
He saw surprise on Nyx’s face for a brief moment before he wiped his expression clear.
‘After what you did to her, I wouldn't have thought you'd give a fuck,’ he growled low.
Rye flinched inwardly. ‘She’s hardly the innocent human woman she seems,’ he said in his defense.
But Nyx merely rolled his eyes. ‘Except that she is. We may have thought she was playing games, but the more time I spend with her, the more I realize that, in this case, appearances are not deceiving. She has no memory of who or what she is. She has no memory of us.’
‘Then why come to this realm? What was the point of all of this if not torment us?’
Nyx shook his head. ‘I don't know. After so long, why would she come here? Why as a human? What happened to her head, her memories?’ He sighed. ‘The more I think about it, the more I wonder if he shouldn't know where she is. Perhaps all is not as it was the last time we saw her.’
‘It's too late to call Thorne back now,’ Rye said. ‘What’s done is done.’
Nyx nodded again. ‘Then he will soon know where she is, but I wonder if perhaps we shouldn't be here when he does find out.’
‘We won’t be,’ Rye said. ‘We journey to the Army on the morrow.’
Nyx looked surprised. ‘Why?’
‘Thorne needs to look at the archives,’ Rye replied.
‘But surely if the Beast is close to breaking free, the last place Thorne should be is in the Dark Army.’
‘Perhaps it's the best place for him. They'll be able to help us subdue him.’
‘He will kill many before they take him.’
Rye shrugged. ‘He'll kill many no matter where we are. Better toughened mercenaries than babes clutching their mother’s skirts.’
‘Aye, suppose you’re right. I'll get her ready.’
‘I'll see to the supplies,’ Rye said. ‘Thorne will be back tonight if all goes as planned, so we'll all be well rested for the journey.’ He glanced at Elle again. ‘So long as you let her rest.’
Giving Nyx a meaningful look, he turned and left the room quietly. He strode down to the kitchens and let Fen know that they would be leaving before he went back to his chambers and began to pack. It wouldn’t take long. He’d only be taking the barest necessities.
He resisted the urge to play with his magick like a fae youth, but it was difficult not to.
‘You’re going away?’
