Page 63 of Dawn of Chaos and Fury
“Are you going to come with me willingly?” he asked, a dagger of ice forming in his hand.
Eviana glanced at it, unimpressed. “I’m surrounded, Lev. It’s not as if I can go anywhere else.”
“I’ll take her from here,” he said, jerking his chin in a command for her to come to his side.
And like the good little Source she was expected to be, she did. She fell into step beside him, and it wasn’t anything new. How many times had she walked beside other Sources a step behind their Masters and Mistresses? The new Sources were still figuring it out. She’d watched them gang up on Tessa. She’dwatched their pettiness as they shared words with one, only to backstab the same to another. But the Sources of the rulers? They’d shared tables at events for decades at this point. They’d sat in Tribunal meetings and stood behind thrones for hours. There weren’t friendships by any means, but there was an…understanding that could only come from experiencing many of the same things. It forced a different kind of bond, although one that was just as unwanted. They’d faced horrors together, which is why she wasn’t surprised when the moment they rounded a truck and were away from prying eyes, Lev turned to her and looked her over far more carefully.
“What the fuck are you thinking, Eviana?” he hissed.
“Is Maya here?” she asked.
He shook his head. “She sent me to collect you. Something to taunt your Master about. We are to bring you to Sanal.”
“Is Valter there?”
“I suspect he will be by the time we get there.”
She nodded, clasping her hands in front of her. “Do you know where he is now?”
“If Maya knows, I was not privy to the information, but I cannot be a part of whatever this is, Eviana,” he said, sliding his gloved hands into his pockets.
“I understand.”
“And if you attempt to escape, I will have to stop you.”
“I would expect you to try. I will not ask you to lie to your Mistress, Lev,” she said.
“I want to know nothing of your plan.”
“I wouldn’t tell you anyway.”
His smile was flat as he held her stare, then he dropped his voice to scarcely more than a whisper. “I don’t know why you think you will not be caught. The punishment for this… Will you even survive it?”
“Maybe that’s the whole point,” she mused. “None of us truly care about survival anymore, do we?”
“I can’t help you,” he said again.
She only nodded.
“There were reports of two Fae traveling with you. We have one detained.”
She said nothing, but she held his stare, telling him everything he needed to know.
His voice a touch too loud, he said, “You’ll ride in the transport truck with the other. No use wasting numerous vehicles and sentinels when it’s just the two of you.” He paused then, and she could only assume Lady Isleen was speaking to him down their bond. “Your third companion. Where is he?”
“Trying to break the other one out,” she answered.
“By Serafina,” he muttered. “Come on.”
She followed Lev past four more trucks before they went to the back of the one in the center, where they indeed found Lange trying to figure out how to open the back doors. She hadn’t bothered to tell him the truck was warded and it would be impossible.
“May as well join your friend,” Lev said darkly, removing a glove and slicing his palm with his ice dagger. Pressing his bleeding hand to the door, it sprang open.
Corbin sat inside, his eyes going wide when he spotted Lange and Eviana. “Fuck,” the male muttered with a sigh.
“In, Fae,” Lev barked.
Lange was muttering curses under his breath as he climbed into the back of the transport unit, sitting on the bench seat next to Corbin.
