naked body was covered in withered, paper thin skin. However, its protruding ribcage, over pronounced bone structure, and a pair of pitiful sagging naked breasts told me exactly what creature this had been.
Which is why I uttered two words that I could have sworn had been said by a Draven once before…
“Damn Harpies.”
Chapter Ten
Harpy Queen
Now what the fuck a bunch of Harpies would want with me, I had no clue. But one thing was for sure, I wasn’t going to stand around and wait for the opportunity to ask them. So, with escape firmly on my mind, I walked over to the cell’s bars and looked to see if there were any more Harpies on guard.
I also had to ask myself what had gotten into this one? Had she been given the order to kill me or gone against orders not to? Most likely the latter seeing as I doubted they would go to all this trouble to get me here, when they could have just killed me alongside…
“Oh no…Nero,” I whispered in horror as my hands flew to my mouth and my legs gave way underneath me. I barely even felt the pain as my knees hit the ground for the pain at knowing I had got her killed was all that consumed me. Granted, I didn’t know her well, but what I did know was of her kindness shown to strangers in need and of her love for a cheeky Wyvern shifter.
And now she was gone.
I opened my eyes, ignoring the tears rolling down my cheeks and instead focused on the watery sight of my hand as it turned into a fist, doing so the moment anger penetrated my grief. I pounded it into the ground before looking over my shoulder and narrowing my eyes on the dead Harpy.
They would pay for this.
They would all fucking pay!
I rose to my feet and looked for the weapon I had seen the dead bitch attack me with, finding it in the corner next to an empty wooden bucket. No ten guesses needed for what that was supposed to be used for and taking a shit right now was the last thing on my mind. What was on my mind, however, was busting out of this place and killing myself some Harpies, mainly the one I had seen standing over Nero’s dead body back in the Eye’s cave. If nothing else, I wouldn’t leave here until I saw that bitch dead at my feet just like this one.
Meaning, it was time to leave a message.
I flipped the large curved blade in my hand, before catching it and going to work, starting with cutting this bitch’s head off!
By the time I had finished introducing myself with my slightly overkill bloody message on the wall, I severed one of the Harpy’s talons and used that to pick the lock on my cuffs before breaking out of my cell. I picked both locks with ease when using the sharp tip and decided to keep it, seeing how handy it seemed to be. For starters, I had already used three others I had ripped off her bird like feet to nail her head to the wooden beams I had been attached to. It was gruesome, I knew that, but then how else were they going to take the threat of me seriously.
Now, of course, I just had to pray that whatever had happened on that field when I was angry at Trice and Lucius for fighting, would happen again. Or really, that bloody threat I left on the wall would have been an empty one.
I slipped from the cell once the door was open and I looked both ways to find that I seemed to be in some crumbling cell block that looked half ruined by age. In fact, the cell I had been put in looked to be one of the only secure ones left, making me question where exactly in Hell I was?
I followed the cracked stone floor holding the dripping blade in a death grip by the handle, knowing I would most likely be needing it again soon. I also had slipped the curled razor tipped talon into the waistband of my now dirt colour trousers. Let’s face it, wearing white in Hell was never going to last…Poor Nero, I thought with a grimace. She had been the one to dress me and help take care of me after I had passed out on Lucius.