of water and pure magic. They traveled the world, blessing the earth with magic and gods to protect it. They loved the earth until it became too much. The power corrupted them, the gods betrayed them and they lost themselves here,” she whispers, but I hear every single word. “Don’t let evil corrupt your soul, Izora. You are far stronger than anyone before you.”
“I won’t let Eva turn me as evil as she is. I just want to be free,” I tell her.
“And do you want your people, the light fae, to be free?” she asks me.
“Why would that be my choice?” I ask her and she secretly smiles, placing her hand on my arm.
“Secrets always come out, Izora Dawn. Always.”
“Wake up, scum!” a light fae guard shouts into my face, his hand shaking my shoulder.
On instinct, I grab him and turn his hand back, hearing his fingers break just before he screams and falls away.
Two more guards step into the room, pulling out guns and tasers from their side holders.
“If I shoot you with this, it will fucking hurt,” comes one of their snarls. The tallest guard steps forward, picks his friend up, and shoves him out of the room, looking back at me. I can’t see anything about him through his helmet, but he makes me curious. Guards usually hit first and ask questions later.
“Why don’t you then?” I ask, standing up off the bed. If he is going to shoot me, I’m better off standing and taking my punishment.
“One, he was wrong to wake you that way,” he starts, sliding his gun back into his holder. “Two, I know who you are. I overheard Princess Eva talking. I won’t make your containment here worse than it needs to be. No one will hear about the guard’s broken hand.”
“What did Eva say?” I ask but he shakes his head, stepping away and walking out of the room. Why would he do that? Why would Eva say something that would make a guard pity me and not want to hurt me?
Fuck, this prison is giving me a headache. I throw my clothes on, brush my hair, and slip my shoes on before taking a much-needed step out of solitary confinement. The three guards, including the one holding his sore hand, surround me and guide me down several bland corridors until we get to a locked door. The guards unlock the door before pushing me back into the common room.
I glance around, not seeing any of my guys and more than a few enemies. Shit, I need to find someone in case one of the idiots here tries to fight me alone. It’s totally not because I’m worried and need to see if they are okay. Gods, who am I fooling? It certainly isn’t me.
I head to the training room, hoping Axel or Memphis will be in there, but it’s empty. Just as I’m about to leave, the restroom opens and Scott walks out. He doesn’t see me as he walks right up to a punching bag and starts smacking the shit out of it. Every hit is filled with frustration and anger, and I feel each hit like an arrow to my heart. I know how he feels.
“Scott,” I gently call for him, wondering how lost he is and if he can snap out of it to see me. He stops almost instantly, fist held in the air and his eyes turn to me. His hand drops as he walks straight to me and I crash into him at the same time. His arms hold me tightly to his tank top, his thick muscular arms holding me like he never wants to let go, and I get it. “I’ve missed you too.”
“I feel fucking powerless to save you in here. You were just taken from me. Gone, Iz, and I couldn’t do anything to fucking save you.”
“Look at me,” I demand, cupping his cheeks to draw his gaze to me. “I’m alive, I’m safe. I’m with you and we will not live the rest of our lives here. By Selena, we will escape.”
“I love you, Izora,” he softly tells me. “I fucking love you and I will get you out. I promise.”
“I will get us all out,” I tell him. “And I love you more.”
“By Selena, I don’t think that is possible,” he tells me and kisses me, pouring all of his frustration and love into every single kiss. He picks me up, carrying me to the training room