This is the second book in the Assassins at Dusk series by _Sibyline_, read Assassins at Dusk before reading this one!
THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR ASSASSINS AT DUSK IN THIS BOOK, IM WARNING YOU.
You. Have. Been. Warned.
This story has very little smut, m...
It was overwhelming, yet not, but it didn't feel like a dream. It was all her senses except sight, but Sophie didn't need sight.
A scent hit Sophie first, the smell of fresh rain and gentle pine filled her head and made her smile. Then it was the feeling of calloused hands against her cheeks, the feeling of someone's soft lips against her forehead. His voice was deep but gentle, matching the faint scent of rain and pine. He muttered sweet nothings into her flushed skin, chuckling as Sophie took a deep breath in.
"Open your eyes," Ruy whispered, his breath hot and fluttering her eyelashes.
Sophie's eyes fluttered open, staring blankly at the stone ceiling above her. She was wrapped in blankets, laid out in a cot.
Where... where was she?
The last thing she remembered... she was falling through the clouds, Maha and Ricin a hair widths away from her.
Maha. Ricin.
Sophie struggled to form Maha's name on her tongue as she tried to turn to look for her friend, tried to listen for the gentle twinkling of her golden tipped braids. Sophie fought against the sheets, her weak body unable onto form any strength. There was a thick feeling of blood, and Sophie's body ached in pain. She couldn't move her fingers, she realized, she couldn't feel her ears or her nose or her toes, a slow panic rising in her heart. A gentle cool mist settled next to her bed and a soft hand pressed to her forehead.
"Rest," a woman's voice whispered.
"Ricin... Maha..." Sophie insisted, struggling against her sheets.
"Rest, my heiress." The woman insisted, and Sophie's blood chilled. She turned her head, gaping at the woman.
Kynareth looked nothing like when Sophie first met her, instead her skin charcoal gray with white speckled freckles, two small horns sprouting from her eyebrows and soft ivory hair that was cropped at her waist. Her face seemed so... strangely comforting, even though Sophie's blood boiled at the sight of her. Around her, she emitted a gentle fog, her eyes milky white as she looked over Sophie.
"Rest." She repeated, pressing her hand into Sophie's cheek, the soft feeling of mist and gentle midnight breezes lulling her to close her eyes.
One blink, Kynareth was there; the next, she was gone.
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Ruy's knuckles were bruised, his rightmost wing was tilted at an ungodly angle, and his head ringing like temple bells. Keefe sat at the other side of the cell, switching between muttering about coming up with a plan and glaring at Ruy.
"Can you at least try to help?" Keefe hissed. He clearly still didn't trust Ruy. Makes sense, they didn't get much time in the Dunmer kingdom, and Ruy did try to kill them on multiple occasions when he was still a part of the Neverseen. Ruy blandly hummed, staring at the wall.
