Page 13 of The Dark Elf's Secret Twins

At that moment, I see Zanath’s gaze concentrate on Cyra. A smile forms across his face as he makes it so obvious he’s checking her out. He then looks back to Nasthyn, darting his gaze between the two.

Cyra places some drinks on a tray, picking it up before coming out from behind the bar. With an air of confidence, she strides over to Nasthyn’s table. There comes an immediate dread within me that something’s about to go wrong.

She comes to a stop at the table and places down the drinks. The last glass slips from her hand just as she goes to put it down in front of Zanath. The bottom of the glass hits the side of the table, toppling over and spilling across Zanath’s clothing. Gasping, Cyra retracts back and throws a hand over her mouth.

“I’m so sorry!” she cries.

“What the fuck kind of service is this?” snaps Zanath. “Do you know how much this garment cost me? Where is your manager? Fetch him!”

Fuck, this isn’t good,I think to myself, knowing there’s nothing I can do to intervene.

Cyra waves a hand to Benshobe who stands at the other end of the room.

“Where is he, you bitch?” shouts Zanath, pounding his fist on the table.

“Hey!” I snap, stepping forward. “Calm the fuck down, the owner is on his way.”

“Don’t talk to me, you fucking bouncer,” he quips.

Snarling, I fight back every urge to beat the shit out of him. Just then, Benshobe approaches the table.

“What seems to be the problem here gentlemen?”

Zanath gestures to his stained clothing.

“This bartender of yours spilt a drink all over me, I demand compensation!”

“We don’t have anything to spare in this month’s budget,” says Benshobe, shaking as he talks. “Surely, there’s something else we can do for you.”

“Well… there is one thing,” replies Zanath, eyeing Cyra up and down.

Oh no.

“My colleague here, you may know him as Nasthyn, the famed miou warrior. He’s in search of a new servant. If your girl here can work on her serving skills, she’d make a good fit. She seems like the exact type of person Nasthyn is looking for.”

My eyes widen as I look at Benshobe. He wears a look of fear, perhaps scared of the wrath of the dark elves. I then look at Nasthyn, brandishing an approving smile.

“She is quite beautiful indeed,” he says. “Benshobe, do this for me and my colleague here will forget tonight’s blunder.”

Benshobe looks at Cyra. In her eyes is the hunted look of a beast, looking for a gap in the ring of encircling enemies. There’s nothing I can do to save her, only hoping Benshobe refuses.

“I… I’m sorry Cyra.”

No!

“You may have her then.”

“Very well. Gentlemen, let’s get out of here. Cyra, you’re coming with us.”

In the blink of an eye, she’s walking out the door with them. She disappears into the night, leaving me questioning if I’ll ever see her again.

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CYRA

Ihave no idea what the fuck just happened. One moment I’m making drinks for the VIP table, and the next I’m following some important miou and his posse out of the door. Benshobe sold me out, all to save his own ass. All I did was spill a drink… and now my freedom is being stripped away as a result. It feels like life is kicking me in the face.

While I have the chance, I take one final look around the place I’ve worked in for so many years. I never called it home but it’s where I got to see all of my friends. Sienna, Ris… Now all gone, taken from me in an instant.

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