Page 124 of Upon Buried Embers
Growling, I rip the reins off the wall and make my way back to the cabin.
It cannot be trusted to stay here.
Everyone knows not to touch it, including her.
So why the fuck did she?!
Why did she think she had therightto do what she did and disobey orders?
Snow falls heavier now, but my rage is ever greater. It feels like an inferno building within, waiting to be unleashed and I can’t stop it.
How dare she.
How. Fucking. Dare. She.
I see the light in the cabin just up ahead.
She’ll be in there now, I’ve been out long enough for her to come back.
She’s probably in the bath, or went to bed at the pole.
If she thinks she’s getting away from this she has another thing coming. She’s about to find out just how barbaric a Dragonbond can be.
Stepping back inside the cabin, wet boots trailing snow across the floor, I stomp over the roses she dropped. “Elf! Come here, now,” I bark out.
I wait, chest heaving. Nothing.
“Do you really want to make this worse than it already is?” I step into the bathing area and peel back the curtain.
Empty.
I growl and turn to the bedroom.
“You think you can just go to sleep after what you have done!” I shout, ripping the curtain aside and I’m greeted with… nothing.
I pause, frowning as I make my way back to the sitting room, looking around the space.
The book and a few letters are on the table, the food Agnis brought earlier sits there, now cold.
I spin in a circle.
Where the fuck is she?
I place the reins on the table as the back door bangs open, flurries of snow blowing in on the wind and the cabin plunges into darkness, the torchlights extinguished. I stare into the snowstorm while the roses that she brings me every day swirl around me.
Leave.
That’s what I told her.
Hours ago.
But where did she go?
Thirty One
Elf
I can’t see anything, the snow coming down harder than ever before.
