Silence - By Kailin Gow Page 0,32
would be no hope of stopping him. Marcus was right about that.
Even strong, she would have stood next to no chance.
As weak as this, al Briony could do was suffer.
“I wil be back in an hour or three,” Marcus promised, his fangs returning to normal. “We wil see how you do then. With your Hugtandalfer side, I believe that wil be enough time. When I come in, I wil ask the location of the scepter exactly once. If you do not answer me… wel , then I wil get to taste your blood al over again. Think about it until then, Briony.”
With that, Marcus turned around, heading for the door without so much as a backwards glance at Briony. His vampires fol owed in his wake, leaving her. Alone, al Briony could do was lie there, and shiver, and hope that something would happen in the next three hours. If it didn’t… wel , she didn’t want to think about what would happen if it didn’t.
Chapter 13
Briony lay on the couch and tried to focus.
Tried to get a grip. She was not going to give in. Not like this. She knew that she had no hope of fighting Marcus or his vampires, but she could stil think, couldn’t she? There had to be some way out of this, and Briony would find it. At least, she would if she didn’t want to end up drained again and again.
A thril of fear went through her then, strong enough to make her physical y shiver. Briony had thought that she knew about fear before. She had felt it so many times in the past few months. Yet just the thought of Marcus was worse than the rest of it put together. He was worse than Pietre. Far worse. At least Wicked’s master vampire had a bit of a soft spot for Aunt Sophie. At least he pretended to be civilized.
Marcus had kil ed his own brother without so much as a second thought.
He would do far worse to her.
Briony looked around, trying to think of something that would help her. Would the door be locked? Would the window? If she tried the window, would she be strong enough to make the climb down?
Briony knew without trying it that she would not. That was the worst part about Marcus. He had made her weak. Made her genuinely helpless, so that Briony real y wouldn’t be able to stop whatever he had planned for her.
Briony felt a surge of anger then. She wasn’t going to al ow this. Wasn’t going to al ow Marcus to simply trample over the mortal world, spreading his fear so that he could feed from it. With a groan of effort, Briony sat up. Then, clutching the edge of the couch for support, she forced herself to stand.
She was on the floor. How had she gotten there. Dreamily, Briony recognized that she must have passed out from blood loss. She couldn’t help thinking of Fal on then, who had worked so hard not to bite her while they were together. He would never have done something like this. And Kevin… he was so strong, so comforting. He had always been there when Briony needed him. Always. Briony needed to get back to them. To tel them about Marcus, and to tel them… so many important things, too.. Like how she loved them….her mind drifted off to her memories of Fal on … his sweet devotion and earnestness with her. Then she thought of handsome, warm, and dangerously handsome Kevin. How she wished they were here now!
When Briony opened her eyes, she could
feel strong hands pul ing her up from the floor. A large figure loomed above her, and inwardly, Briony screamed. Marcus was back. He was here to take more of her blood, here to torment her, here to-
“Briony? Briony, can you hear me?” The
figure sighed. “Honestly, dragon, I should never have let you talk me into this. My father’s stupid human daughter wil be the death of us both.”
The figure resolved itself into the armored form of Prince Vigor. And besides him was Archer, looking down at Briony with obvious worry. He bowed as he saw Briony look at him.
“My Princess.” He knelt to examine Briony’s neck, where the wound from Marcus’ fangs lay. “Are you hurt badly?”
“More importantly, can you carry your own weight?” Vigor demanded. “I’m not about to have to carry you al the way back to the palace while fighting off al the creatures