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"Thank you."
Elise smiled. “It is as my lady wanted."
Azfin nodded to himself. "Your relationship with the gods isn't our way, but I am thankful for your help. Now, we must find this celestial."
I looked around the group hoping one of them had a solution , because I was lost.
Elise said , "the others said he could not be tracked."
Anger bubbled up through her body , making it taut; her fists clenched as she fought for her familiar calm. The Sidhe growled and paced, their feet leaving heavy marks in the soft ground as they drove their anger into their stiff movements.
"Nothing can hide from our kind for long , " Haeyl finally snarled.
Eighteen
The group had dispersed not long after Haeyl's promise. Kadrix and Quin headed over to their alchemical workshop, the fae returned to whatever hole they hid in, and I was left with Lysander. Waiting. I paced around the living room , trying to pull up any contacts or information I might have to track down the celestial. Elise was speaking to her lady. I was tiring of being the soldier; the desire to be connected to magic, to be something more, was growing. I slumped down on the sofa . I didn't know how I felt about that. I'd been happy as the protector and the guard dog for years, but things had changed. The stakes had been raised , and I felt as though I needed upgrades to keep up. Being pushed out of the group wasn't something I relished or was used to. Nor did I intend on becoming used to it.
Lysander snarled and dropped to his knees. White fire shot down his spine and he bent over further, as though pinned to the ground by an invisible weight. I rushed to his side and tried to stroke his hair; he snapped and snarled when I pulled back at the shock of the pain from the fire. He swallowed hard and relaxed for a brief second before he exploded upwards; the fire vanished, but his lips remained pulled back in a snarl.
"That fucking witch."
I tilted my head. "Excuse me?"
His nostrils flared and his fingers flexed. "I had a word with that witch you fucked."
I squared up to him; any empathy I made have had for his pain soon faded. "You did what?"
He ran his finger over his split lip and his cheek where the blood had been earlier.
"He put up something of a fight , but I thought he'd learnt his place."
I glared at him as I grabbed a good handful of his hair and dragged his head down to my height.
"Hound. What did you do?"
His expression softened as mine hardened; his eyes met mine. "I told him to leave you alone."
I ground my teeth and tightened my grip on his hair, causing him to flex his neck and try to pull away.
"That was not your place. Hound."
He swallowed hard. "My apologies."
I released him. "What happened to you?"
He snorted and straightened.
"The witch , " he spat , "tried to curse me. He wasn't prepared for the level of magic within a marrok. It hurt, temporarily. Not as much as I will hurt him now."
I took his legs from under him with a swift kick and wrapped my fingers deep within his hair and wrenched his head back to look up at me and expose his throat. "You have done enough. You should not have started this. I will end it. Understood?"
He looked away. I tightened my grip on his hair and pulled his chin to look at me.
"Understood?"
"Yes , mistress , " he said softly.
"Now, behave yourself. We're going to have a word with Lucien."
The hound remained uptight during the journey to Lucien's shop. I'd texted the witch warning him I was arriving, although I'd chosen to leave out the detail of the hound being with me. His mouth was fixed in a tight line as we approached the shop . I flexed my fingers and tried to push down the anger that bubbled up within me.
"Relax , " I snapped.
The hound looked away from me and drove his hands down into his jeans, his shoulders slumped and rounded. I took a deep breath and prepared myself. The words had swirled around my mind on the journey over, the anger at both of them.
Elise smiled. “It is as my lady wanted."
Azfin nodded to himself. "Your relationship with the gods isn't our way, but I am thankful for your help. Now, we must find this celestial."
I looked around the group hoping one of them had a solution , because I was lost.
Elise said , "the others said he could not be tracked."
Anger bubbled up through her body , making it taut; her fists clenched as she fought for her familiar calm. The Sidhe growled and paced, their feet leaving heavy marks in the soft ground as they drove their anger into their stiff movements.
"Nothing can hide from our kind for long , " Haeyl finally snarled.
Eighteen
The group had dispersed not long after Haeyl's promise. Kadrix and Quin headed over to their alchemical workshop, the fae returned to whatever hole they hid in, and I was left with Lysander. Waiting. I paced around the living room , trying to pull up any contacts or information I might have to track down the celestial. Elise was speaking to her lady. I was tiring of being the soldier; the desire to be connected to magic, to be something more, was growing. I slumped down on the sofa . I didn't know how I felt about that. I'd been happy as the protector and the guard dog for years, but things had changed. The stakes had been raised , and I felt as though I needed upgrades to keep up. Being pushed out of the group wasn't something I relished or was used to. Nor did I intend on becoming used to it.
Lysander snarled and dropped to his knees. White fire shot down his spine and he bent over further, as though pinned to the ground by an invisible weight. I rushed to his side and tried to stroke his hair; he snapped and snarled when I pulled back at the shock of the pain from the fire. He swallowed hard and relaxed for a brief second before he exploded upwards; the fire vanished, but his lips remained pulled back in a snarl.
"That fucking witch."
I tilted my head. "Excuse me?"
His nostrils flared and his fingers flexed. "I had a word with that witch you fucked."
I squared up to him; any empathy I made have had for his pain soon faded. "You did what?"
He ran his finger over his split lip and his cheek where the blood had been earlier.
"He put up something of a fight , but I thought he'd learnt his place."
I glared at him as I grabbed a good handful of his hair and dragged his head down to my height.
"Hound. What did you do?"
His expression softened as mine hardened; his eyes met mine. "I told him to leave you alone."
I ground my teeth and tightened my grip on his hair, causing him to flex his neck and try to pull away.
"That was not your place. Hound."
He swallowed hard. "My apologies."
I released him. "What happened to you?"
He snorted and straightened.
"The witch , " he spat , "tried to curse me. He wasn't prepared for the level of magic within a marrok. It hurt, temporarily. Not as much as I will hurt him now."
I took his legs from under him with a swift kick and wrapped my fingers deep within his hair and wrenched his head back to look up at me and expose his throat. "You have done enough. You should not have started this. I will end it. Understood?"
He looked away. I tightened my grip on his hair and pulled his chin to look at me.
"Understood?"
"Yes , mistress , " he said softly.
"Now, behave yourself. We're going to have a word with Lucien."
The hound remained uptight during the journey to Lucien's shop. I'd texted the witch warning him I was arriving, although I'd chosen to leave out the detail of the hound being with me. His mouth was fixed in a tight line as we approached the shop . I flexed my fingers and tried to push down the anger that bubbled up within me.
"Relax , " I snapped.
The hound looked away from me and drove his hands down into his jeans, his shoulders slumped and rounded. I took a deep breath and prepared myself. The words had swirled around my mind on the journey over, the anger at both of them.
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