28. Sorcha

Chapter twenty-eight

That night, I was taken to a separate suite to sleep. I wore a bulky pair of sleep pants that could hide a miniature blade easily. I needed to look the part of the damsel, so I didn't carry my sword.

I knew Zarios was hiding in the room next to mine and Naram was stationed outside out of view. Though we were basing this plan on the assumption they would come tonight, I knew in my gut that it would work. I trusted Zarios, and I trusted myself.

I laid down in the bed and rolled over, allowing my breathing to even out and my eyes to close. My nerves ramped up the longer I laid there, but this was what had to be done. I trusted them to keep me safe, and I trusted myself to succeed.

I heard the door click and forced myself to remain where I was. Though I wanted to take out whoever chose to come after me, I needed to allow myself to be taken.

I heard them creep towards the bed, getting closer. I had to fight my instinct to panic. I knew this was coming, though I wanted to fight it .

What I didn't expect was the cloth over my mouth. I reacted, unable to help it. When my eyes flew open, Damyr stood above me.

"Sorry, Princess," he said, holding the sweet-smelling cloth to my face. "It's not personal. And I won't kill you. Don't need Peradona on my bad side when I become Grand Clarak."

You will never become Grand Clarak. I tried to say it, but my lips wouldn't move. I tried to stay awake, but no matter how hard I fought, my eyes dropped closed. Though I should have been scared, I wasn't.

I knew Zarios would save me.