Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Natasha’s POV

“This is insane,” Lucy muttered. “Completely insane. We should all go. Safety in numbers. If he tries anything-

“He said to come alone,” I repeated. “He was very specific. If I bring anyone else, he’ll know I’m trying to trick him. And then he’ll expose

me immediately. There’ll be no chance to negotiate or talk or get information.”

“He’ll expose you anyway,” Lucy said. “After he’s done whatever horrible things he’s planning to do to you.”

“Maybe,” I conceded. “Probably. But I still have to try. It’s the only lead we have. The only potential source of information or help or-or anything that might give us a chance.”

“Or it’s a trap and you’ll be raped and murdered and we’ll never know what happened to you,” Lucy said bluntly.

“Then at least I’ll die trying,” I said. “Instead of dying here in this room waiting for the next Lycan to decide he wants to torture me for fun.”

Davelina looked at me. Really looked at me. I could see the fear in her eyes. The love. The desperate need to protect me.

But I could also see understanding. Acceptance.

“And take this.” Lucy reached into her dress and pulled out a small knife-barely bigger than a letter opener, but the blade looked sharp

and well-maintained. “I took it from Roderic’s chambers while I was there. He has so many weapons he probably won’t notice it’s missing.

Hide it in your clothes. If that Lycan tries to hurt you, use it.”

I took the knife. It was surprisingly heavy for its size. The blade gleamed in the dim light filtering through the window.

The handle was wrapped in leather, worn smooth from use. Someone had cared for this blade. Sharpened it regularly.

“Thank you,” I said, turning it over in my hands.

“Aim for the throat or the eyes,” Davelina said. “Those are the most vulnerable spots even on a Lycan. Don’t try to stab him in the chest or

stomach-their ribs and muscles are too thick. You’ll just make him angry.”

I nodded, committing the advice to memory.

Lucy stood up from the cot, wincing as her injured body protested the movement. “When are you going?”

I looked out the window. It was full dark outside.

“Tonight,” I said. “It’s dark enough to move without being easily spotted.”

I tucked the knife into the waistband of my trousers at the small of my back, hidden beneath my tunic. Made sure it was secure and wouldn’t fall out if I had to run.

Be careful,” Davelina said. She pulled me into a tight hug, holding me like she might never let go.

“I will.” I promised.

When she finally released me, Lucy hugged me too. Despite her injuries, her grip was strong.

‘Come back,” she whispered. ‘Please come back to us.”

“I will,” I said. “I promise I’ll try.”

I pulled away from them and headed for the door. Paused with my hand on the handle.

“If I’m not back by morning.” I said, “assume the worst. Don’t come looking for me. Don’t do anything that will put you in danger. Just…

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