Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
-Not soon enough–I tell her and she chuckles.
-Prince Teiran is getting things prepared for our escape. It won’t be long, only a few hours.– she says.
-Are you sure you trust him?— I ask her and I feel her hesitation,
-Trust is a strong word. But I have faith his hatred for Giselle will win out against anything else. He will come through.– She says and I frown.
I would prefer to be doing this with some trusted individual who wasn’t a prince of the species holding my mate captive and torturing her. But I guess beggars can’t be choosers.
Did you find her?— She asks, her voice soft, broken, and I know immediately she is referring to Penny.
-We did,— I tell her,-Percy is, of course, taking it hard.–
“You are talking to her right now, aren’t you?” Percy asks, leaning forward. “Does that mean it is time to go? I’m ready.”
“It is not go time yet,” I tell him, pressing my lips together.
-They came out of nowhere–She whispers, remembering it all.
-We can talk about this in person, so I can hold you while you mourn her–I breathe and I can hear her quiet hum of approval.–Any news of what you need from us next?—
-Merikh they know you are here. They knew it the second you hit their lands. What I need from you is a distraction-
I look at Percy, who seems incapable of sitting still. The over at Hayes, who is holding onto Leandra’s hand even if she tries to take it away. It’s obvious she enjoys clinging to him, but she clearly is uncomfortable with the affection. Then I glance at Caspian, who watches me with curious eyes.
-I think we can manage a distraction. How big?— I ask her.
I can feel a tingle of amusement through the link.
-As big as your love for me?— She asks, and I chuckle to myself.
-I hope you are prepared-
-I will be in touch soon–She says suddenly before I feel her just out of reach.
I press my head to the back of the crumbling rocks and exhale, dragging my hand over my face before looking down and checking out my leg. The burn is still as angry as it was before and I frown at it, confused why it hasn’t healed yet.
“True dragon burns don’t heal quickly.” Leandra says softly. “We learned that quickly while being here,
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“They used to hurt you?” Hayes asks, his rage unmistakable. She shakes her head.
“Yes, and no.” She shrugs before her cheeks grow pink in embarrassment. “It’s complicated. Most of the dragons aren’t awful. They don’t like us much, but they aren’t all violent and mean.”
Which means some of them are.”
“Hayes, now is not the time.” I say, pushing myself up to stand. Right now, we need to plan a distraction. Which means we need a plan “What kind of distraction?” Percy asks, sitting forward, excited.
“The kind that brings all the heat our way.” I say. “Though it was requested, we make it as big as we can get it.”
“Explosion?” Percy asks, fully invested in the destruction of anything pertaining to the people who killed Penny.
“They are dragons, Percy. An explosion is common for them.” I say, my brows knitting together in thought. “We need all of their attention on us.”
“With my injury, I can only muster a flood.”
I think of the travels here, the way the jungle was so full of life and water, humidity, everything Caspian needed to be in his best shape. Then we entered this fiery pit and he can barely heal. Then it strikes me.
“Would it be easier if you could divert a river or water source this way?” I ask him and he tilts his head, his eyes closing as he seems to be in heavy concentration.
“Percy, you and I will march straight to the entrance of their little castle, and cause a little scene.” I say, a plan forming in my mind, and Percy stands, rubbing his hands in excitement.
“Hell yes. I am all for this.”
“There is a body of water. I can divert this way.” Caspian says, “Though it would be easier to do if I were in the water source? “And what the hell do we do?” Hayes scoffs. “I refuse to stand aside and do nothing.”
“Oh, I have a job for you, too.” I grin at him and he arches a brow curiously.
“You are going to give Caspian a ride to the water, and Leandra will go with you.” I say, trying not to laugh.
“Oh, fucking great. I’m a pony boy now,” he grumbles.
“Once you get him there, I want you to hustle your ass to me and Percy. We will have literal hell fire raining down on us.”