Fuck, my head hurts.
“We’re in the Prince’s headquarters,” she softly whispered.
At the mention of Silas, my stomach dropped, and suddenly I remembered everything that happened. I remembered Rurik and those men and—
He did this. Silas did this.
“Elowen, we must get out of here! He is going to kill me!” I trembled as I went to make it out of the bed, not caring that Hendry stood nearby. I hated feeling so helpless, but without my magic—
My eyes darted to my wrists.
No cuffs.
I froze, seated up in the bed, when the door slowly opened, and Silas emerged. His clothes and hands were drenched in blood. His eyes met mine, and fear overcame me.
“I will get that information out of you, one way or another.”
I quickly jumped up off the bed at the memory of his words, not realizing my injuries were still present. I suppressed a cry and held my ground.
“Stay away from me!” I shouted, my voice hoarse.
He looked at me…differently, almost in a defeated way.
“I’m taking a shower,” he said softly. I blinked, and he walked towards what I assumed was his bathroom. “Keep an eye on them, will you, Hendry?”
“Why is there blood all over you?” I questioned, terrified of the answer. Hadhe hurt more of my people?
He turned to me, an intense look on his face. “Those that hurt you did not go unpunished, Lena.”
I glared at him, and Hendry shifted his feet. “Should I cuff her? What if she throws fireballs at me?”
A small smile washed over Silas as he looked at his dark-haired friend. “Then you’d better watch out.” He grabbed the doorknob and went inside the bathroom. A moment later, the water running was audible. Hendry just stood there, ready at a moment’s notice to attack if need be.
I didn’t know how to feel…or what to believe, but I had my magic. Gods, it felt good feeling it coursing through my veins again. I don't know if Silas realized just how strong my powers were. How quickly Hendry could be killed.
Or perhaps he simply thought I wouldn't do it.
“Lena, you should sit. You still need healing,” Elowen advised me.
I sat down in defeat and pulled the covers over me once more. I had to think. I had to come up with a plan to get us the hell out of here. Elowen could heal me quickly, though if she did, they would realize she was taking her time with Edmund's wounds. Perhaps this time is just what I need to come up with a plan.
“Are you okay?” she whispered, her palms trailing above my body, the golden glow of healing magic lighting the room.
It took great effort not to curl into a ball and sob. Or light this room on fire. Instead, I nodded. “I don’t know what he’ll try next to get whatever information he thinks I have…” I muttered, my lip defying me by trembling.
“He had nothing to do with it,” Elowen said gently.
I whirled my head towards her. “What are you talking about?”
“When I saw you, I thought the same thing. Thought maybe he was torturing you for whatever information he thinks you have. So, I told him I would only heal you if he brought Merrick to me.” She grasped my hand in hers. “Silas didn’t lie. He had nothing to do with your attack. He didn’t know anything about it. And, somehow, he also has no desire to harm you. Merrick seemed confused by whatever emotions Silas was putting out, but he didn’t do this, Lena,” she assured me.
I didn’t know how to respond, so I nodded, my shoulders slumping. Elowen continued to heal me until the water shut off, and moments later, Silas re-emerged. His black hair was tousled and wet, and he wore a white sweater and black trousers paired with leather boots.
“Hendry,” he said calmly. “Please escort Elowen back to Edmund. I will let you know when we need her again.”
“Sire, she’s uncuffed.” His mismatched eyes darted to me, then back to Silas. “I can’t leave you.”
He waved him off. “It will be okay. That is an order. Now go.”
