Dark Love

Part 55

Saera stared with mouth agape at the ebony eyes staring back at her with mutinous silence. Svennett was supposed to have been the reasonable one. At least that was the impression she'd gotten. A terribly wrong impression it would seem. Did she even know the men she shared souls with? She hadn't at first but kinda thought she knew at least what was important but now she wasn't so sure.

"Take him down," said Saera, her mouth firming as she raised her chin up a notch.

"So you can make a fool of us in your fucking this human?" Svennett demanded, his tone menacing as he took the few steps need to close the distance between them and bent down till he was in her face. At any other time, she would have used the opportunity to kiss him. But now all she wanted to do was pull out her knives and stick it to him. Yes she'd gotten her taxi to drive past the location where she'd lost the damn thing to find it still there.

She bit her lip fighting for restraint. "Don't flatter yourself. You're already a fool." She ignored the wrath bubbling up beneath his surface and turned to Darr. "You both are."

Darr growled and in his usual zippy move he was right behind her locking her in against the seething Svennett. But she'd had enough of both Princes. It was clear as hell they intended to kill Nick. There was no way they were releasing him after exposing themselves like this. He was only alive now to teach her a lesson. To make her quake in her boots and cave in to them. Well fuck that!

Moving out from between them, she turned her back on them both and moved forward to set Nick free. What could they do to stop her? String her up right there beside him?

"Esemo chastilum endrverd tas."

And that was how, Saera found herself spending the rest of that night hanging off the wall. She grunted in disbelief over how quick the prince had moved. He hadn't even physically moved, just a muttered chant, powered up by her and sadly used against her. That was the problem in being a fuel cell. Drained of power there was not much she could do but avoid Nick's incredulous and equally aghast stare and give in to the black spots that began to dominate her vision. If nothing else at least she would get a night's rest out of it. Tomorrow however was another day. Tomorrow she would set things right. Tomorrow she would show the idiot princes just who they were toying with.

Tomorrow came way too soon.

Saera woke up with a creek on her neck that hurt like the devil and stared groggily about her at the vacant room. The room devoid of anyone save it's captives. The sun was high in the sky. She'd already missed the morning lessons... and breakfast too. Her stomach rumbled it's agreement. Still she had to be in better shape than poor Nick. Only God knew when he last ate.

She gingerly turned her head angling towards him and wincing all the way. The sight of him lounging there unconscious stilled her beating heart. Was she already too late? Nick couldn't be dead already, could he? She couldn't have been sleeping all night long on this wall right beside him while he hung there dying.

She hadn't even had a proper look at him, having been all worked up in her anger with the princes. But she had still noted his listless eyes. Eyes that had always sparkled with mischief and taunting. He'd taken great pleasure in baiting her over the years and she was beginning to realise she'd taken equal pleasure in letting him. As pathetic as it sounds, but having any kind of attention from a handsome man had always been a pleasure especially to a growing teen. Now of course, she knew better. She knew his kiss had been worth his every snarky bite. His phone sexting afterwards had been worth his every taunting tease. Nick was important to her life and she'd be damned if some A-holes princes with unfounded grudge, unfounded till now that is, was going to stop her.

Screwing her face in concentration, Saera thought hard. She had always known the Shores were different. She had always known they were built of power. And she had always known there was something more. Something that had risen the Shores of the past above being dominated by tyranny. The Shore witches were the only witches who have bested their wizard halves in the past. Wizards who have tried to trap them for their power. The how's had never been recorded but the possibility it could happen was enough to make Saera now try.

She didn't quite have the same inspiration as her ancestors who fully explored their potential in a break for their freedom. Saera had no intention to break away from the princes. No her intentions were quite quite different. Her intentions was to turnabout their connection. The invert it. To make them her fuel cells. The question was not if it was at all possible. The answer to that was clearly not. The question was how she was going to make that possible. Because she certainly was going to try.