Imprisoned Gods - G. Bailey Page 0,47
eyes are fixed on me like I’m the problem. I’m pretty sure his brother losing it is the problem here. I want to take credit for their bad luck, but this wasn’t my doing.
"Let us out!" Seth shouts, banging his fists against the stone door, even though it does nothing.
"Brother, stop. No one can hear us, you know that as well as I do," Killian says, sounding exhausted and stressed. It makes me smile.
"This is your fault!" Seth suddenly says, stomping over to me and putting a finger in my face that soon makes me lose my smile. "The hooded ice fuckers said we couldn't stay out here because we knew too much about you!"
"Well then, it isn't my fault, is it? You could have let me go, and then you wouldn’t be trapped down here with me," I retort, smirking as I cross my arms, loving how angry he gets. I’m pretty feckin’ mad at him as well. His skin starts to turn red almost until Killian pushes him back to the other side of the corridor and starts speaking quietly to him.
"Look, something big is going on, and at the end of the day, we need to focus on surviving in here and worry about getting out some other time. Those doors have to open eventually for someone else to be brought in, and then we can make our play," Killian reasonably tells Seth, and I can't help but overhear their conversation. I’m sticking to their asses like glue if they are trying to get out.
"We have put hundreds of people in here. The moment they recognise us, we are dead," Seth points out. Okay, maybe I shouldn’t stay that close to them.
"Well, I'm definitely not sticking around with you guys then," I say, standing up straight, shifting my backpack, and making my way down the corridor, leaving them behind. They may be attractive, but I'd have to be crazy to stick by my kidnappers’ side at this point. Regrettably, they both run and catch up to me, walking at my sides. I look up at Killian first, raising an eyebrow.
"Did you not hear me tell you to get lost?" I ask.
"I heard you, and even though we were tricked out there, we are good fighters to have at your side. We are sticking with you, maybe you could give us a bit of good karma," he suggests, and I roll my eyes.
"I don't do that," I reply, and he laughs, the deep, sexy sound vibrating off the walls. Even if I did give out good karma like lollypops, they wouldn’t be getting one.
"No, you don't seem the type. I was honestly surprised you are a karma goddess at all. You are too mean," Killian replies.
"Way to compliment a girl, Killian," I say, not realising how flirty that sounded until it escaped my lips. Flirting with your kidnappers is crazy, and I’m not that crazy yet.
"Would you like me to compliment you, Karma? I'm sure I could think of something," he teases, making my cheeks burn a little red which I'm sure doesn't look sexy with my freckled cheeks and pale complexion.
"Enough with the flirting. We need to stay focused. Who knows what we are walking into," Seth interrupts. I look up at the fire lit lanterns that light all the corridors and the dome room I can now see. There are dozens of them.
"Unfortunately, my brother has a point. I will save my compliments for another time," Killian says and changes his whole demeanour in a second. He straightens up, letting his powers light his hands up gold much like how Seth has, though Seth looks angry enough to murder the entire world right now. I really don't want to get in his way. Shame, as angry looks mighty fine on Seth.
We silently walk down the rest of the corridor, coming to a metal bar gate, and the door has been left open. We walk through it one by one, entering a dome shaped room with several doors, each one of them closed tight with no handles. The room is covered in rust, and it smells pretty damp as well. We all stop in the middle of the room, looking around and seeing nothing to suggest which door to try. I go to suggest we try a door each when the door right in front of me opens, and people flood into the room. They all look different, in old ripped clothes and various coloured hair.
I try