Page 27 of His to Break
With a heavy sigh, I concede. “Alright.” It feels like a surrender, but perhaps it’s what we need—what she needs.
Before I can say anything more, a dark figure appears around the corner—a guard. My instincts kick in instantly; there’s no time for hesitation.
I slam him against the wall with a force that rattles my chains and reverberates through the corridor like thunder. The guard crumples, unconscious before he hits the ground.
Kara’s laughter rings out behind me—a sound both intoxicating and fierce. It fuels something primal within; she’s not just surviving anymore—she’s reveling in this chaos.
Turning back to her, I catch sight of another guard stumbling into view. But this time it’s different; Kara’s eyes shine with a bright intensity as she pulls him into her thrall.
The elf stands frozen in place, his sword slipping from his grip and clattering uselessly to the floor as if he no longer possesses any will of his own. Kara leans in close, lips brushing against his ear as she whispers commands that wrap around him like chains made of silk.
“Drop to your knees,” she murmurs softly, power lacing her words with an irresistible allure.
The guard obeys without question—his expression blank as he sinks down before her.
A rush of pride wells up within me at the sight—the power emanating from Kara is mesmerizing and terrifying all at once. She transforms before my eyes from a frightened human slave into a force capable of bending others to her will.
“Good,” she breathes as she straightens up again, satisfaction dancing on her features. Her confidence radiates off her like heat from a flame—a dangerous glow that I know I’ll be unable to resist.
“We need to move,” I snap, my grip tightening around her hand. She lingers, a smirk dancing on her lips as if she’s savoring every moment of this newfound power.
“Kara!” I hiss, urgency spilling from my voice as I pull her away.
We race down the corridor, the echoes of our footsteps bouncing off the stone walls like a warning. My heart pounds, adrenaline surging through me as we round a corner. But there they are—two guards blocking our path, their expressions unreadable in the dim light.
Without a second thought, I surge forward. My fist connects with the first guard’s jaw, a satisfying crunch resounding in my ears as he collapses to the floor. But Kara doesn’t follow suit; instead, she steps into the fray with an ease that makes my stomach twist.
Her sultry smile blooms as she faces the second guard, eyes locking onto his like a predator spotting prey.
“You don’t want to hurt us, do you?” she coos, her voice smooth and inviting.
I watch as his weapon wavers in his grip. The air thickens with tension and something else—something intoxicating that spills from Kara like perfume. His resistance crumbles before her; he shakes his head and drops his sword at her feet with a clang that echoes in the silence.
A mix of admiration and dread grips me. She’s powerful—more than I ever imagined—but it’s dangerous how much she enjoys this control. I want to shake some sense into her, remind her of the stakes we face.
“Let’s go,” I urge again, pulling her back into motion before she can get any ideas about playing with him further.
But she hesitates just for a moment longer. “Azrael,” she says softly, her gaze still on the guard who kneels before her like an obedient dog. “Look at him.”
“He's weak,” I reply tersely, glancing over my shoulder at the guard whose face is slack with submission. “And he won’t be weak forever.”
Kara’s smile falters slightly as if my words pierce through her euphoria. “I can control them,” she insists softly.
“Not forever.” The urgency in my voice rises as another part of me urges caution—she might be treading on dangerous ground without realizing it. But before I can say more, we hear footsteps approaching from down the hall.
“Now!” I bark and pull Kara away from the entranced guard just as shouts erupt behind us.
We slip into the old storage room, panting as I lean against the door, listening for any signs of pursuit. The creaking wood and faint echoes of footsteps fade behind us, but my heart races, still caught in the aftermath of our narrow escape.
Kara prowls the dim space like a lioness that has just made a kill, her excitement palpable. She moves with an elegance that makes my pulse quicken.
“We’re not free yet,” I say, my voice tight as I scan the shadows for lurking threats.
“I’m not worried.” She smirks at me, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face with a carefree flick. The thrill dances in her eyes; she’s intoxicated by it.
I grab her arm, forcing her to stop. “It’s not just about the dark elves.” My gaze locks onto hers, searching for any trace of the girl I first met—the one who fought to survive beneath their cruel hands. “You’re losing yourself.”
Her smile falters, replaced by something colder—a steely resolve that sends a chill through me. “This power,” I say, lowering my voice to match the gravity of my thoughts. “I’ve seen what it does.”
