Page 139 of The Vampire's Mercy
The power of the two disks had joined together in understanding and skill.
The magic helped me see the order of a sequence I needed to input by touching the runes. The unlocking part gave me the power to break the chains once I cleared the runes.
I met the man’s stare, his eyes begging me to get him out of there. The moment I freed him, he’d help us. He’d shed light on everything.
I couldn’t keep living in the dark. Anyway, I’d been put here to unlock, to find a truth. This was meant to be.
Right?
Damn my flicker of hesitation.
Silvanus said my name again. I recoiled, the sound of his voice turning my stomach.
“I didn’t want you here,” I retorted.
“But I am here.”
Ugh.
I faced him, his radiant ruby orbs stealing my breath. “I…I hate you.”
His jaw was set, his muscles rippling with tension. He said nothing, doing his staring thing.
Yeah, like I’d engage. Like I cared. Like I could stand to be around him for longer than I had to.
Hold me…
Can you please hold me?
Bollocks! Did I hit the floor too hard moments ago? I must’ve banged my head without knowing it. This scumbag killed me, and some ridiculous part of me wanted him to hold me? Right. Awesome. Well done me, for being a total prick.
But I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I even shuffled closer, fingers ready to touch him. He wore the red jacket, nothing underneath, stunning in the light of the torches.
“Who are you?” Medusa spoke.
Was she talking to me?
Wait. No. The rotting guy.
I tore my eyes away from the king, returning my attention back to the man in chains.
“We’ll find out in a minute,” I said, walking over.
“Wait,” Silvanus spoke. “Golden hair… He’s… He was my lover.” He moved past me.
I followed him. “Your what?”
“I’ve been seeing him in my dreams.” Slowly, he moved closer. The man’s eyes narrowed on me. He mumbled, the noise like a plea.
He didn’t want the vampire king near him either.
I grabbed Silvanus’s arm, recoiling from a spark of electricity. “What are you doing?”
“Hair of spun sunshine,” he intoned. “I loved you, didn’t I?”
The man didn’t answer.
I scratched at my left palm as I hopped from foot to foot.
