Page 21 of Sonata
“Vous êtes un imbécile, Lucien.” Calling myself a fool did not make me think rationally.
Spitting curses that would’ve made my father have an aneurism, I trailed Viola back to the room she occupied while under the witch’s thumb. If the other female was not there, I had every intention of throwing my mate over my shoulder and dragging her kicking and screaming out of the damn place. The longer I was there, the more painful burn was forming on the surface of my skin. I was able to ignore it for a while, but it sure was persistent. My boots thumped over the floor, yet I could still hear the fucker clicking with his claws as he followed behind me.
Cats were a nuisance.
The cat behind me more so than any of them.
“Harmony?” my mate called up ahead just as she stepped inside her room. “Please lady, tell me you’re here because we need to scram, like right now.”
Despite myself, my mouth twitched at the corners.
“Vi?” I saw the female uncurl herself from the far side of my mate’s bed just as I joined them. Her gaze landed on me, and the next thing I knew, a rectangular makeup case socked me in the face. The sharp edge of it stuck to the flesh of my cheek and stayed there, sticking out like a tusk. “Hide, I have more.” The female shouted, and I batted the second case she threw at me.
“I’m starting to get irritated with everyone throwing things at my head.” Plucking the damn thing from my face, I flicked it at the wall where it broke in a few pieces.
“Don’t. Lucien is with us.” My mate sounded like she was trying very hard not to laugh, and a narrowed my eyes at her.
Viola blinked innocently at me, but her lips were folded inward, and her nostrils flared.
“No, he is just like Seraphina.” The female cocked her arm yet again, something silver catching the light between her fingers. “There is no, he is with us.” She chucked the object at me.
I ducked.
“Let’s go.” Tired and annoyed, I spun on my heel and walked out of the room.
Turning around I walked back in, glaring at them both, daring them to utter a word. We needed to use the wall in Viola’s room since it was the only way out of the fucking place I knew how to find without being obliterated by the witch’s wards. My mate was muttering something in the female’s ear, but I was too angry to pay attention. I was almost at the wall and freedom when my mate’s friend spoke.
“Why are you helping us?” her voice was still raspy, like the first time I heard her speak.
Stopping mid-step, I slowly turned around. “Your friend is my mate,” I told her simply. “I will always protect my mate.”
Viola’s lips parted, but I had no time to hear what wisdom she was about to bestow on me because a shrill scream echoed through the building. The witch was awake, and judging by the sound, she was out for blood. Unable to give the females time, I grabbed them both, flinging the one named Harmony on my back and cradling my mate to my chest. Before Viola wrapped her arms around me, she swiped a violin that was placed on top of her bed. The wood dug into my gut, but I was running for the wall already.
Both females shouted before we passed through it.
My ears were hurting from it.
To my horror, I only took two long, running steps before both screamed again that time in pain. Skidding to a stop, I watched veins pop up on Viola’s neck while she struggled to breathe, and I remembered Étienne telling me he had to form the mate bond before taking Melody through the wards.
“Fuck!” I roared, bolting back inside.
They both gasped for air when I stepped into the room, but I only had eyes for my mate. If the other female was Moël’s, he would have to forgive my thoughts because my heart was ramming hard in an attempt to jump out of my chest.
“Oh shit, please….” Viola panted. “Please don’t go there, Lucien.”
“Just breathe.” My voice was deeper than usual and my fangs were out in full force, but she didn’t shy away. “You are okay, little Muse. Just breathe.”
I had to fling one of my arms back since the other female started sliding down. Hiking her body up, I grabbed hold of her thigh, keeping her plastered to me.
“I’m okay.” The female rasped. “Just…just give me a sec.”
“We don’t have a second.” My muscles were strung so tight I felt I could snap like a twig at the smallest impact, yet I strode out of the room, ready to face the witch if I had to. If I kill the fucking magic wielder, the females could walk out free. My mate would be free.
I’d tear that bitch apart with my bare hands if I had to.
“What’s her problem anyway?” the female on my back spoke, tightening her arms around my neck. “Why is she doing this?”
My mate looked up at me, waiting as well.
