Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260: 260. The Competition VIII

Maisie

My nostrils flared.

I grabbed the bow off the floor, vision bleeding red at the edges as I aimed at her again.

But something sharp pressed against my jugular, a lethal presence pressing against me from behind. "Release it and I’ll slit your damned throat."

The sound of the cheers coming from all around us nearly drowned out the words, but I’d recognize that authoritative tone anywhere. "Hello, brother," I said, lowering the useless weapon. "Still the Queen’s favourite doormat, I see."

The blade edged deeper into my skin and I felt the warm slide of blood run down my neck. "I told you not to come back."

"Yes, well, everyone knows how terrible I am with instructions," I responded dryly, and groaned when he pulled the knife away, only to grab the back of my collar and shove me aside roughly.

I stumbled into a different pair of hands and when I glanced up, my breath caught.

Empty sterling grey eyes met mine and I breathed, "Bastian."

He didn’t look much different than the last time I saw him, but it still hit me like a bucket of ice cold water, just how much it felt like being in close proximity with a complete stranger.

He had on a different black gear from the horde of the Queen’s guards flanking him, but they stood in line behind him in what looked like deference. It was the same fabric Kisten wore. He was also heavily armed.

My eyes snagged on his neck at the new tattoo etched against his pulse, but upon closer look, my eyes widened. It wasn’t a tattoo. It was a brand. He had the Queen’s crest branded into his skin.

"What happened--"

He turned me around in a vicious twist and I let out a cry of pain as he dislocated my shoulder in the process of placing the handcuffs on my wrist behind me.

I felt the silver clamp around my skin and a feeling of suffocation spread through my chest, doubled when Bastian yanked on the the cuffs like a leash.

"Don’t let her out of your sight. Not for a second," Kisten said and paused. "On second thought, take her to the facility now. Ahead of schedule. Best to avoid anymore interferences."

My stomach dropped. "T-the facility?"

Kisten’s mouth curved in a humourless smile. "We expected you to do something stupid. You’ve always been predictable that way. I am sure attempted murder of the Queen won’t look good on your stellar record."

"Kisten, wait--"

Bastian was already shoving me down a dark narrow side passage. The roar of the stadium faded fast and panic flooded my veins as Atlas’s voice, still addressing the students, grew thin and distant behind us.

"Welcome to the much-awaited Annual Interschool Games..."

I stumbled as Bastian continued herding me. "Is this the part where you kill me and hide my body where no one will find it?" I tried to sound sarcastic, but even I could hear the dread in my voice.

Bastian didn’t answer. His grip only tightened until the bones in my wrist ached.

Three more turns and a heavy door came to view. The guards moved ahead of us, cracking the door open and I blinked hard at the sudden light.

There were no students around. I thought we were somewhere behind the Academy, but I couldn’t be too sure, and as we approached the small cluster of guards flanking the open door of a black van, it sank in then.

We had taken a hidden path. The Queen didn’t want anyone knowing she was taking me back to the facility.

Which meant this wasn’t official business. I was being abducted.

I opened my mouth to scream but Bastian clamped a hand down over my mouth before the sound could escape. "A little too late for that, don’t you think?" His breath burned my ear. "You’re a selfish, little bitch, you know that? Just like mother, you only care about yourself. Kisten should’ve killed you when he got the chance."

He pushed me roughly, into the arms of the waiting guards. "You brought this upon yourself."

I felt hands clamp on my shoulders and I twisted on wild instinct, boots scraping the gravel as I slammed my shoulder into the nearest guard’s chest, knocking him away from me.

He staggered, but another already moved in his place to breach the gap and I kicked high between his legs and my boots connected with his groin.

He folded with a choked sound. Another guard grabbed me by my hair, hauling me back harshly, and I pushed forward, feeling the pull of the strands from my scalp right before I smashed the back of my head into his face.

"Fucking bitch," he cursed, but his grip had loosened and I was already running.

Fighting would be great. But the Academy’s grounds was teeming with more of the Queen’s guards. They could call for reinforcements and I’d still end up in the van. I was better off finding Jericho--

I heard a soft, silenced pop in the air and I felt a stir of warning from my Lycan, forcing me into a swerve left.

But I wasn’t fast enough as something blasted through my left shoulder, knocking me forward.

"There you are."

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