Page 84 of The Bodyguard and the Alpha
I had lost the battle, yes. But there was no way I was going to lose the war. My brother and I didn’t need words to have this conversation. He saved his mate when she was dying. He knew, as did I, that without our mates, our lives weren’t living. Our mother had known that when we were children. She had killed in defence of family before we were old enough to understand. It had traumatised us and we had both locked away our own Beasts.
But I understood now. Nothing, not even a threat of death would keep me from my little Pixie.
I rose to my feet at a prompt from one of the guards. Moving my gaze from my brother, I turned it to Maximilian. I let him see the violence in my eyes. I would get out of here and I would make sure that Maximilian got the fate he deserved.
I heard my mate’s voice down the bond.Bastien, please let me in. Talk to me. What’s happening?
I shook my head, dispelling the momentary confusion. My mate wasn’t here. She was in the Palace. The conversation I thought I’d been having with her was a product of the serum.
The expression of glee on the Mage’s face told me that I’d spilled the secrets I’d kept close to my soul. I knew what would come next. Maximilian would gloat and then I would be sentenced to death.
We could just kill him now. He deserves it for how he has hurt our mate. How he has made her worry.
I could picture it. It would be easy. The chains would break if I pulled on them with my full strength. The guards would shoot. The bullets would do little more than tickle. Three long steps would get me to the raised bench where the complacent fucker sat.
A jump to the top. One wrench and his head would be off.
My fists tightened in preparation.
Bastien. Please.
My mate’s voice down the bond was distraught. This was real. Not a figment produced by the serum. I could kill Maximilian later. My mate needed me now.
I sent her my reassurance down the tightest beam I could manage. I didn’t want her to feel my own murderous emotions.
It will be alright my heart. I promise you.Wait for me and I will come to you.
What’s happening?She repeated her earlier request.
Please don’t worry. Everything will be okay.
Chapter 72
Electra
An hour crawled past with no news.
The insistent drum beat of my pre-cog hadn’t stopped. Only the medicine from the doctor was keeping me conscious at this point. Marguerite and Simon had returned from the kitchen, with a trolley of different food, but I took one look and my stomach threatened to revolt. At least the meds had worked enough to reduce my anxiety until it became almost background noise.
Then the pings came so close together that the noise was constant. Even hospital grade pharmaceuticals couldn’t stop me being anxious then. I tried to move, my need to get to my mate overriding everything else, but my legs gave way underneath me.
All I could do was call to him down the bond and cry for him to answer me.
I hated it. Hated being helpless. He was in danger. I should be there with him. Whatever the threat, we were stronger together. When he got back here, I was going to punch his stupid handsome face. Maybe I’d take him to the gym and order him to let me kick his butt.
When he finally answered my desperate cries down the bond, all he said was,Please don’t worry. Everything will be okay.
I wanted to throw something across the room.
As if anyone stopped worrying just because a man told them to! Honestly if the infuriating male didn’t die from the threat that faced him, it was tempting to strangle him myself. Although my hands wouldn’t go around his thick neck and he’d probably find some way to make it sexual.
No, not probably. Of course he would.
Fuck this. I wasn’t going to wait anymore.
“I’m going,” I said to the room in general. I would, as soon as my limbs obeyed me.
“Going where?” asked Marguerite.
