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unchecked down her cheeks. “We can’t leave him.”
He grabbed her face, his gaze searching, conveying silently the depth of his sincerity. “We will, Sable. I swear to you we will. But not now. We can’t. There were too many guards, not to mention a Lord that had fed on Slayde’s energy. He was beyond any of us at that moment.”
Arianna frowned, stared at Hunter and her with hurt filled eyes. She turned and walked off to another part of their tree. He’d transported them back to where they’d started.
Sable grabbed his fingers and squeezed them hard. Her heart began to find a more normal rhythm as she asked, “when?”
“Tomorrow, during the harvest sacrifice.”
In her head popped an image of Slayde—face completely swollen and unrecognizable—lying broken and bloody with his stomach sliced open revealing the meat beneath. Hunter must have sensed her panic because he shook his head.
“We won’t let anything happen to him, I swear. But the Lord won’t be quite as powerful.”
“How do you know that?”
“I just do.”
She knew he was lying to her. There was a very real chance they wouldn’t get Slayde back alive. The violence of the Lord, the horror of seeing something that looked so weak, rip into Slayde as if he were nothing more than a piece of rotting meat. She shuddered. Hunter was trying to give her hope. But she knew. How would any of them stand a chance against something like that?
“Your voice,” he said softly as if reading her mind. “Use your voice. He absorbs power and throws it back, we’d all be useless against that, but your voice scrambles the brain waves nullifying his ability to absorb it and then you strike.”
Whether he lied or not, didn’t matter. There was nothing else. Either it would work or it wouldn’t. “It had to be me all along, didn’t it?”
He was quiet for a long moment, before finally nodding. “Eric was a fool to do what he did.”
She hissed, fingers curving like claws by her side.
Hunter held up his hand. “I don’t care if you don’t want to hear it, it’s the truth. No one else could have defeated that Lord but you. If he’d stayed with us, he would have known that.”
“Why did he go? Why?” she practically wailed, panic lay like bile on her tongue.
Muscle in his jaw clenching and unclenching, Hunter finally shook his head. “Slayde’s is a mind I’ve never been able to understand. But if I had to guess, I’d say he wanted to save you.”
“Save me?” she hiccupped, swiping angrily at the tears rolling out of her eyes.
He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter now. It’s done. Get some sleep, Sable. The Lord won’t look for us, he’ll know the only way Slayde got there was through a time jumper, he’ll believe I carted us off well beyond his reach.” He seemed about to say something else, but patted her head instead and walked off.
There would be no sleep for her. She had to get him back. She didn’t understand her desperate desire to do so, and honestly she didn’t care. Past, present, future... Slayde was all those things for her and she’d do anything to get him back. Period.
***
The next morning all three of them were awake, waiting on the very edge of the jungle, and watching the slow moving procession of bodies walking up the blood stained steps of the sacrificial pyramid.
Chanting, wailing, screaming, and moaning was a chaotic cacophony of noise Sable could barely process. Where the hell was Slayde? Her question beat in tandem to the frantic pounding of her heart. Her tongue felt swollen and void of moisture.
They couldn’t be spotted, not until they were ready to ride in and swoop him up. She hung like a monkey in a tree, with none of the grace. Her arms trembled as a strong gust of wind threatened to knock her from her precarious perch. But she wouldn’t move, because this was the only spot that gave her an unobstructed view of the Lord and his kills.
The people were gathered in a tight cluster, throwing their
He grabbed her face, his gaze searching, conveying silently the depth of his sincerity. “We will, Sable. I swear to you we will. But not now. We can’t. There were too many guards, not to mention a Lord that had fed on Slayde’s energy. He was beyond any of us at that moment.”
Arianna frowned, stared at Hunter and her with hurt filled eyes. She turned and walked off to another part of their tree. He’d transported them back to where they’d started.
Sable grabbed his fingers and squeezed them hard. Her heart began to find a more normal rhythm as she asked, “when?”
“Tomorrow, during the harvest sacrifice.”
In her head popped an image of Slayde—face completely swollen and unrecognizable—lying broken and bloody with his stomach sliced open revealing the meat beneath. Hunter must have sensed her panic because he shook his head.
“We won’t let anything happen to him, I swear. But the Lord won’t be quite as powerful.”
“How do you know that?”
“I just do.”
She knew he was lying to her. There was a very real chance they wouldn’t get Slayde back alive. The violence of the Lord, the horror of seeing something that looked so weak, rip into Slayde as if he were nothing more than a piece of rotting meat. She shuddered. Hunter was trying to give her hope. But she knew. How would any of them stand a chance against something like that?
“Your voice,” he said softly as if reading her mind. “Use your voice. He absorbs power and throws it back, we’d all be useless against that, but your voice scrambles the brain waves nullifying his ability to absorb it and then you strike.”
Whether he lied or not, didn’t matter. There was nothing else. Either it would work or it wouldn’t. “It had to be me all along, didn’t it?”
He was quiet for a long moment, before finally nodding. “Eric was a fool to do what he did.”
She hissed, fingers curving like claws by her side.
Hunter held up his hand. “I don’t care if you don’t want to hear it, it’s the truth. No one else could have defeated that Lord but you. If he’d stayed with us, he would have known that.”
“Why did he go? Why?” she practically wailed, panic lay like bile on her tongue.
Muscle in his jaw clenching and unclenching, Hunter finally shook his head. “Slayde’s is a mind I’ve never been able to understand. But if I had to guess, I’d say he wanted to save you.”
“Save me?” she hiccupped, swiping angrily at the tears rolling out of her eyes.
He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter now. It’s done. Get some sleep, Sable. The Lord won’t look for us, he’ll know the only way Slayde got there was through a time jumper, he’ll believe I carted us off well beyond his reach.” He seemed about to say something else, but patted her head instead and walked off.
There would be no sleep for her. She had to get him back. She didn’t understand her desperate desire to do so, and honestly she didn’t care. Past, present, future... Slayde was all those things for her and she’d do anything to get him back. Period.
***
The next morning all three of them were awake, waiting on the very edge of the jungle, and watching the slow moving procession of bodies walking up the blood stained steps of the sacrificial pyramid.
Chanting, wailing, screaming, and moaning was a chaotic cacophony of noise Sable could barely process. Where the hell was Slayde? Her question beat in tandem to the frantic pounding of her heart. Her tongue felt swollen and void of moisture.
They couldn’t be spotted, not until they were ready to ride in and swoop him up. She hung like a monkey in a tree, with none of the grace. Her arms trembled as a strong gust of wind threatened to knock her from her precarious perch. But she wouldn’t move, because this was the only spot that gave her an unobstructed view of the Lord and his kills.
The people were gathered in a tight cluster, throwing their
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