Page 11 of Sonata
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Viola
Holding for dear life with fistfuls of fabric from hottie's shirt, I raised my head to see what was happening. Bright yellow blast resembling a laser zapped past my nose missing it by an inch. Instead of keeping an eye on Seraphina, who was struggling to get off the floor, which didn’t stop her from flinging the stupid thing at us, I buried my face in Lucien’s back. You’d think if I don’t see her, she can’t hurt me. What was she throwing at us anyway?
My body jolted when he picked up speed, his feet beating the ground with hard thumps. When I threw my violin at his head, he moved like the wind before I had a chance to realize what was happening. Now he was running at a fast pace for sure, but it was human fast, not whatever he was. Because although he flashed those pearly, sharp puppies in my face, I still couldn’t wrap my mind around the idea of vampires.
And Seraphina making magic, shooting lasers at you is more believable, along with you killing people while playing an instrument.Mentally I kicked the voice droning inside my head. Living in a crazy world where magic was real, where I was kept a prisoner without chains or bars, and vampires walked through walls to save you was like I’ve dropped down the rabbit hole. Only the rabbit with the watch and the tea party were missing. The thought that I might’ve finally snapped and lost my mind, so all of it was my imagination, popped a few times in my head but I dismissed it momentarily. If nothing else, the pain Seraphina dashed out like ice cream from an ice cream truck was real enough to assure me this was my reality now.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as I bounced like a sack of potatoes, Lucien’s shoulder digging into my stomach. Nausea threatened to turn my stomach inside out when he veered to the side, thankfully on time, to miss another blast coming from the witch. Turning his body slightly to the side, he barreled through something, and in the next moment darkness closed in around us. The weak light streaming from behind us told me the crazy guy just walked through a closed door, but unlike the wall in my room, the wood splintered when he passed.
“Hold on tight.” Lucien snarled, and my question got stuck on the roof of my mouth when he began ramming his free shoulder through walls.
“You’ll kill us,” I yelled at him, but even though I raised my voice, it was still muffled from all the plaster and brick raining down on us. Thank everything holy the inside was not made of stone.
My accusations were not correct because walking through walls had a slight chance of us surviving. Facing Seraphina when she was full of rage, not so much. At the time, I was scared, tired, and my ears were plugged from all the blood rushing to my head since I was dangling upside down with my face up Lucian’s ass, so I kept screeching and added pounding on his back as well for emphases. All the dust and debris billowing around us made me cough so hard I almost coughed out a lung.
Not that he paid attention.
Typical man.
Thankfully, after I actually punched him in the kidney and he made a pained grunt, he took a different approach, carefully opening a door. Unfortunately for me, since I kept wiggling each time I swung my arms to hit him, my head banged off the cracked opened door when he attempted to take a peek in the hallway.
“Sorry.” He grumbled under his breath when the hollow thump of skull greeting wood was heard. If you’d ask me, he did not sound sorry at all, and my head was ringing like a church bell.
“Put me down.” I hissed through tightly pressed lips, so I don’t hurl down his shirt and pants. Swinging my arm as hard as I could, I hammered his spine.
“What in the fates name is wrong with you?” he dumped me on my ass and glared down while I gapped like an idiot. “I’m trying to save your life.”
“I don’t need your help.” After trying and miserably failing to stand up because my tailbone was smarting like a bitch I wiggled my hand at him so he can pull me up and literally spat on the declaration from a second ago.
With an unpleasant smirk that called me dumb better than any words he could’ve said, he yanked me up.
“Thank you.” Sniffling, I smoothed the dust covered fabric of my skirt, smudging it worse than it already was. “Now I don’t need your help anymore.”
“Right.” He wasn’t even listening to what I was saying. His head poked through the door, looking at who knows what. “When we hear her coming, I’d need you to hide,” Boss-man announced when he ducked back inside. His narrowed gaze pinged around the dark room as if he could see anything in it. “Behind that lounge.” He even pointed at the pitch black of the space, so I squinted in that direction.
“Here.” He said on a sigh and pulled the door open enough for some light to pierce the darkness. Well, what do you know, there was a huge couch covered with a sheet at the other end of the room.
“You could actually see that?” call me an idiot, but I whispered the question like after all the noise we made blasting through walls didn’t tell Seraphina where we were.
Lucien didn’t honor me with an answer.
My mouth opened so I could give him a piece of my mind, but his hand covered my mouth and he spun me around, pressing my back to his chest. We were plastered next to the door, and I could feel his head moving when he faced it to get a glimpse of the hallway. Thinking he did it just to annoy me, I wanted to elbow him in the stomach, but instead, I strained my ears in hopes to hear what got him on alert. No sound came for a long moment, and then, a soft shuffle made my heart skip a beat. My eyes were burning from all the dust that coated my eyeballs. I tried to rub the back of my hand over them.
He snatched my wrist faster than humanly possible.
With effort, I turned my head and looked up at him with a glare. Lucian only shook his head, and after he released my wrist, he placed a finger in the middle of his full lips. I had no idea what rubbing my eyes had to do with anything but white noise was hooting in my ears, and I nodded jerkily at him. My breaths were too loud, blasting back at my face from his hand he still had tightly over my mouth. That’s when the footsteps became distinguishable.
I knew it wasn’t Seraphina because they were heavier, with a shallow thump, compared to her stilettos' usual clicks on the floors. Those, I could recognize in my sleep, so the person in the hallway was probably the man she was talking with when Lucien found me. The footfalls slowed down as they neared the room we were in, and it felt like my heart was going to punch out of my chest. No amount of slowing down my breathing helped the galloping inside me until Lucian’s other arm snaked around my waist and his nose buried in my hair.
My body melted into his, becoming soft and pliant. The fear that tried to overwhelm me was replaced with full awareness of how tightly pressed we were and how I could feel every part of him behind me. Lucien inhaled long and deep as if he was trying to engrave my scent into his soul. I moved along with each expending of his chest. I didn’t realize my heart has slowed down to a barely audible beat until the footfalls sped up, tracking away from the door where we were hiding. We stayed quiet for longer than necessary, just to be sure.
“We need to move from here,” Lucian grumbled in a low tone. I had to strain to hear what he said.
“You can walk through walls, can’t we just…I don’t know? Walk out through this one?” Mumbling in the same manner, I pointed at the wall across from where we were standing.
“Alto didn’t show me a passage through the wards at this part of the building.” He looked pissed, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t me that upset him that time.
