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Chapter 7
Meira
“Hey, you okay, angel legs?” Bardhyl asks, slowing his relentless marching through the tunnel and turning his head toward Lucien and me. Flames flicker from the torch he grasps, tossing shadows across the tunnel walls.
In reality, it’s more of a sauna as I’m sweating like a beast. The rains aboveground seem to have made this place a sweltering and stuffy cocoon. Each breath gasps as I draw it in. Luckily, a light breeze brushes past every now and then, and I crave more before I pass out.
I wipe the perspiration from my brow and push away the hair stuck to the sides of my face. “How much longer?” Compact earth covers the walls of the tunnels, wooden arched beams keeping the place from caving in. “Feels like we’ve been walking for half a day. I really don’t like being closed in here.” Pain coils in my chest at not seeing a way out. We’ve passed several passages spiking in different directions, but the men insist this is the right path. But what if it’s not and we get lost underground, going in circles?
My pulse races and I’m frantically looking behind and forward to where only darkness awaits.
Shadows dance under Bardhyl’s eyes, the pitch-black snatching away everything else in its grasp. “Not long now. I’d offer to carry you on my shoulders, but…” He glances up to the low ceiling.
“I want to get out of here.” My voice wavers and more sweat drips down the side of my face.
Lucien reaches into the bag he’s carrying over his shoulder. He pulls out a bottle with water. Yanking the cork top, he offers it to me. “This should help.”
I swallow past my dry throat and greedily accept the bottle with two hands. Pressing the opening to my mouth, I tilt it back and gulp down several mouthfuls. Cool water runs down my throat, chasing away the heat and dryness clinging to my insides.
“We spent many weeks working down here, fixing these old tunnels,” Lucien assures me. “We are very close to reaching the end. Just a bit longer, beautiful. All right?”
I nod and wipe my mouth as I hand back the bottle. He takes a drink then passes it to Bardhyl. Soon enough, we are on the move again.
“What were these tunnels used for before?” I ask, needing a distraction from the sensation of the walls closing in around me. I’ve never felt so claustrophobic before. Then again, I’ve never been in such tight confines with no way out. I think that’s the problem… a lack of escape and feeling trapped.
“This is Râ?nov Fortress built by Knights to protect local villages against invasion from other countries,” Lucien explains. “Afterward, the Hungarians and Saxons expanded the location, so it could have been any of them. But most likely, it was used as a way to defend their land, using these passages to surprise invaders.”
“Remember those two skeletons we found down here?” Bardhyl asks.
Lucien starts laughing, leaning against the wall alongside me. “I swear they died while having sex. It was vanilla sex, but still freaky to see them in the position. Nowthatis a good way to go.”
“Really?” I butt in, trying to hold back my laughter at what they remember from this tunnel.
Bardhyl smirks. “There are only two ways I want to go. Either in battle, or buried deep in…” He pauses, looks at me shaking my head, and shuts his mouth. But the rest of the conversation dissolves and the flame on his torch flicks wildly to the point of going out.
“Well, hopefully, that never happens to us,” I respond, rubbing the goosebumps out of my arms. “And for the sake of all things, don’t let the light go out.” A small whimper escapes past my lips.
“It’ll be fine. We won’t let anything happen to you,” Bardhyl says. “Even if the flame goes out, I can get us out.”
“That doesn’t reassure me.” I wrap my arms around myself, hating how this confined space is affecting me so much. “Does it feel like the tunnel is getting smaller?”
Lucien pipes in. “Two of us can stand side by side, babe. It’s not narrowing. But I agree, it’s not a big deal if the flames go. Means we no longer have to stare at the sausage in Bardhyl’s pants.”
“What?” Bardhyl and I say in unison, turning to Lucien.
He sighs and blows a long breath out. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but fuck, bruh, why did you select those pants? Your plums and cucumber are sticking out like a damn sore thumb. I mean, you almost made poor Kinley faint back in her house when you came out with your bed snake on show.”
Bardhyl glances down, lowering the torch, and I can’t stop myself but follow his gaze. The fabric clings to his cock, which sits at an angle, and hell, he is a huge boy even when not turned on. I must agree that when I first saw him in those pants, I almost choked on my breath because the material concealed nothing, curving over his ridge and bump. The saying about guys having three legs is not wasted on Bardhyl, and my skin heats at the image.
“Why are we talking about this now?” I ask, unsure of Lucien’s point, except that it comes from a place of jealousy, and I don’t want Bardhyl to feel bad if those pants were all that fit him.
“It looks incredible, right?” Bardhyl answers, and it’s not the response I expect.
“Told you, he wore them on purpose to fling his pecker around. There was a reason Kinley sent you quickly to get dressed. Then you came out like this.” Lucien flings his hand at him.
Bardhyl laughs and is already walking away. We are hurrying up behind him, and I’m just shaking my head that this topic is even being discussed.
“There was another pair. If I knew you’d be this jealous, I’d have brought them out for you.”
