Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43: Graphic. Unnecessary. No.

Kael had crashed a royal wedding with better planning than this.

A high-pitched scream came from down the cave.

The good news: his dark mage’s magic had found her. The bad news: so had dark fae, a cavern with no visible exit, and no return address. Every choice he’d made in the last hour had been objectively terrible and he was going to keep making them.

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Consciousness returned like a slap. She gasped, choked, and she fell forward, her hands hitting cold stone. She was on the ground. In a cave. Alone.

Not alone.

Demon-insect things were looking at her like she was dinner. Their appearance alone told her everything she needed to know.

She pushed herself up and ran.

It was a labyrinth of dead ends with no light, outside of crystals. She knew they were trying to trap her. The thought was unhelpful and wouldn’t leave.

That’s when everything started to feel small. The walls were too close and the ceiling too low.

Every breath was a sob and every sob echoed and every echo told the things behind her exactly where she was. She bit down on her lip hard enough to taste blood. It didn’t help. The next breath was louder than the last.

Her legs were shaking so badly each step felt like the last one they’d give her. Her knees hit the stone before she caught herself.

Get up. Get up. Her body was not listening to her.

She needed to calm down so she could think clearly but couldn’t.

She knew the drill. Slow breath in. Hold. Release. She’d talked herself down from worse. But her lungs were running their own schedule and every exhale came out shaking and every inhale was too shallow and too fast and the oxygen wasn’t reaching the parts of her brain that made decisions.

Whatever they were, they were right behind her and gaining. The clicking of their feet, the hum of their chanting, the hunger radiating off them like heat from a furnace.

One grabbed her ankle. She hit the ground hard. A scream tore from her throat before she locked it down. She kicked backward and connected with something that screeched.

She was crying now, fast, involuntary tears that blurred the crystal light into streaks. Her hands were shaking too hard to grip anything. She kicked again, blind, and scrambled forward on her elbows.

Then she was up again, stumbling, her legs threatening to buckle with every step.

She turned a corner and ran straight into a chest.

Kael caught her by the shoulder with one arm. His other hand held a blade that was already wet.

"Easy."

She flinched when he touched her, and her hand flew to her mouth. Full body, violent, the flinch of someone who’d been grabbed too many times in the last hour.

"I just killed six of those things for you. If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead. Look at me. I’m not them."

She looked at him, then at his hand. The one that had been on her throat in the forest.

He understood.

"I know what I did. And we’re going to have that conversation. Later when we’re not in a cave full of things that want to eat you. Right now I need you to pick the devil you know and breathe."

He let go of her. "In through your nose, out through your mouth. Do it now."

Her chest shuddered as she inhaled. Her exhale was more sob than air.

The chanting grew louder behind her. She looked back at the tunnel. Then at him. Then at the tunnel again. He watched her calculate, deciding the lesser of two horrors. It wasn’t flattering, but he’d take it.

"Behind me. Now. I will handle that. You will handle what’s in front of you. Which is breathing."

He didn’t wait for her to decide, pulling her behind him.

"When they come around that corner, close your eyes. I’ll tell you when to open them."

Guinevere put her face in her hands. She was having a panic attack. A full blown panic attack and she knew it.

"Evening," Kael said as they rounded the corner. "Lovely place. Very atmospheric. Who decorated?"

"The vessel returns," one said. "We will open her veins and drink the old flame from her marrow."

"Graphic. Unnecessary. No." Kael’s blade took its head before the mouth finished closing.

Two more lunged. One snarled, "She carries the old blood. We will harvest—"

"Disgusting, thank you." Both dropped in a single cross-stroke.

A second lunged from the wall. "Her blood sings to us. We will bathe in it. We will wear her skin as a—"

"You will not finish that sentence." Kael’s blade caught it mid-torso, and two halves hit the stone in opposite directions.

"Her flame will birth the new world. Her womb will—"

"Absolutely not." One stroke. Two heads. "What the hell is wrong with you. Don’t answer."

A larger one dropped from above, wings spread.

"Her cunt drips with old magic. We will—"

"I’m going to stop you right there." Two strokes. One body, two halves, significant mess. "For future reference, and I understand there won’t be a future, that is not how you talk about a woman. Any woman. Even one I kidnapped."

The second hissed from the wall. "We will split her open and drink the fire from her spine."

"Revolting. No." Steel met neck. Head met floor.

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