Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 44

Chapter 44

Lawy’s POV

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The hours dragged on

I sat beside Natasha’s cot, periodically checking her pulse, changing her bandages, trying to coax a few drops of water past her cracked lips. She didn’t writ, Didn’t wake. Just lay there breathing in shallow, irregular gasps that made my chest tight with worry.

She should have woken by now. The healing-it’s happening so fast, but she’s still unconscious.

What if something’s wrong? What if the damage was too severe even for an Endurer?

I pushed the thought away and focused on the task at hand. Clean the wounds. Check for infection. Monitor her breathing. Small, manageable

tasks that kept my hands busy and my mind from spiraling.

The sun climbed higher outside the narrow window. Morning turned to midday. Still no sign of Davelina.

Where is she? She should have been back by now.

I stood, my knees cracking from sitting so long, and moved to the doorway The corridor outside was busy with slaves hurrying to their duties, guards on patrol, the normal chaos of the fortress coming back to life after last night’s massacre.

I stopped a male slave carrying a bucket of bloody water-probably from cleaning one of the killing sites.

“Excuse me, I said quietly. “Have you seen a woman? Tall, blonde hair? She was supposed to be in the bathing room-”

“Haven’t seen anyone like that, he muttered, not meeting my eyes. “Sorry

I tried two more slaves. Both gave me the same answer.

Something’s wrong. She wouldn’t just leave. Not without saying something Not without checking on Natasha.

But I couldn’t search for her. Not now. Not when Natasha was still so vulnerable.

I’ll have to hope she’s alright. Hope she just got delayed somewhere.

Hope nothing worse happened to her.

1 returned to Natasha’s side and resumed my vigil.

The day crawled by with agonizing slowness.

I checked Natashas wounds again as the afternoon light slanted through the window. The healing was continuing at that same impossible rate –bruises fading from purple black to yellow-green, swelling reducing, the torn tissues knitting back together.

Shell be alright. She has to be alright.

But she still wouldn’t wake.

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By the time the sun begain its descent toward the horizon. I knew I could put off my duties any longer. I had cleaning assignments. Floors that needed scrubbing. Chambers that needed tidying. If I didn’t show up questions would be asked.

And I

tafford questions. Nad m

I gave Natasha one last book-her face was slightly less pale now, her breathing a bit steadier-and forced myself to stand

“I be back soon,” I whispered, even though she couldn’t hear me. I promise. Just… just keep breathing. Please.”

I grabbed my bucket and rags from the storage cupboard and headed out to the fortress.

The upper corridors were a mess.

Blood spatters covered the walls-some from the guards who’d been killed some from slaves caught in the rampage. The stone floor was sticky

with it, the smell thick and cloying despite the attempts to clean it.

I knelt and began scrubbing, my hands moving in practiced circles.

1 scrubbed harder, trying to erase the blood.

“Such dedication.”

The voice came from directly behind me-so close I could feel breath on my neck.

I froze.

A hand clamped around my wrist, yanking me to my feet with bruising force. I stumbled, the bucket clattering to the floor, water and blood

mixing across the stone.

And then I was being dragged-fast, rough-across the corridor toward a doorway I hadn’t noticed before.

“Wait- I started to protest, but the grip on my wrist tightened painfully, cutting off my words.

The door swung open. I was shoved inside, stumbling over my own feet. The door slammed shut behind us, cutting off the light from the

corridor.

Darkness.

The smell of metal and leather and weapon oil.

The armory

And then a hand grabbed my chin, tilting my face up.

Even in the dim light filtering through a single high window, I knew those eyes.

Amber-gold. Burning with an intensity that made my stomach drop.

“Roderic,” I breathed.

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“Hello, little girl,” he said, his voice a low growl that vibrated through my ones. Did you miss me?”

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Roderic was taller than most Lesser Lycant-nearly six and a half feet, will the kind of build that came from years of combat training. His dark hair was poiled back in a leather tie, revealing sharp features and a scar tot ran from his left eyebrow to his cheekbone.

He wasn’t handsome. Not in any conventional sense. His nose had been booken at least twice, his jaw was too square, his eyes too intense.

But he was compelling. The kind of presence that commanded attention, that made you watch him even when you desperately wanted to look

And right now, all that attention was focused on me.

7- My sice came out too high, too breathless. “I didn’t know you were bock.”

Got back an hour ago. First thing I hear is that my little pet nearly got herself killed last night.” He released my chin but didn’t step back.

His pet.

That’s what I am to him. A pet. Property.

“I’m fine,’ I said quickly. “I wasn’t hurt. I just—”

Tell me what happened. His hand moved to my shoulder, gripping it hard enough to make me wince. “Every detail. Now.”

So I did.

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