asked one of the guards. He stared into the storeroom where they’d been keeping the Rapture and saw only a few cases left. His fist balled at his sides and his jaw clenched as he listened to the man recount what had happened. Apparently some very brave, or very stupid, humans had decided to help themselves to as much of the drink as they could get out before getting caught. They’d knocked out two of the men posted at the door and held a gun on another.
“Why weren’t any of my men here?” Lorsan asked the human guard.
“We were otherwise detained, my liege,” a cool voice said from behind him.
Lorsan turned to see Avauc, one of his top warriors, looking highly irritated. “Pray tell, what had you detained?”
“There was an altercation that the human guards weren’t able to handle on their own. I took the elves that had been stationed here with me to assist.”
“You couldn’t handle it?” The question was insulting, but Lorsan didn’t care. Avauc should have known better than to leave something so important in the hands of mere humans.
The warrior’s shoulders tensed. “I suppose I could have simply let them tear your casino apart. I am not a fool to let my pride keep me from doing my job. Had I attempted to handle a mob on my own I would have been overtaken. Tanked-up humans seeking their drug of choice aren’t exactly reasonable.”
There was no point in arguing with him. What was done, was done. But Lorsan had to get the Rapture back. His supplies were already getting low after the little explosion at the manufacturing building, and Tarron hadn’t been back in touch with him to let him know if they’d begun making more. In fact, Lorsan’s teeth clenched so tightly that they might have shattered. Tarron hadn’t been in touch with him at all in days. What was his unstable friend up to, he wondered. Then again, with a mind like Tarron’s, it might be better if Lorsan didn’t know.
“Take two warriors with you and track the humans who stole my property. Deal with them, and bring it back,” Lorsan snapped at him. “And be quick about it.”
The warrior bowed his head and then turned quickly on his heels without a word. Lorsan looked at the open door and motioned for the guard to shut it. Two more of his warriors had joined him in the hall and he narrowed his gaze on them. “You are not to leave this post for any reason. I don’t care if the building is on fire or humans are throwing each other from the balconies. Your feet stay planted here. Understood?”
The two warriors nodded and took up their posts, pushing the human guards out of the way.
One of the men looked at Lorsan with a slight frown. “What would you like us to do?”
Lorsan let out a sigh. “Go guard,” he waved his hand in frustration before finally huffing, “something, anything just get out of my sight.”
As he walked out onto the main floor, Lorsan glanced around. He fought down the bile that rose in his throat as he stared at the pathetic humans around him. Some sat at the bar; others, at blackjack tables; and still others, in front of the slot machines. They were weak―captivated so easily by the newest fad. Suddenly he felt as though he were suffocating in their desperation. He needed to get away from them, if just for a little while.
Without a word to anyone he headed for his office and then passed through the mirror that hung on the wall. His Chosen would be irritated that he hadn’t let her know where he was going but he couldn’t wait. He needed to get away from the humans or he just might start killing them. He wouldn’t have much of a kingdom if he killed all of his subjects.
T he lights of the city shimmered like the lights on a Christmas tree. They lit up the night sky and seemed to scream ‘forget all your troubles and come play with us.’ Elora felt the pull stronger than ever.
“You okay?” Cush’s voice filled her mind as his hand ran down her arm until he was
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