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Could it be?
The pounding on the door slices through my thoughts and then something about the wall next to the tubes pulls at my attention. I rush across the room and feel along it. It is cool to the touch, cooler than the rest of the room. Perhaps this is another door. My treasure moves to my side and mimics my actions, feeling along the wall trying to find a trigger that will open it. The pounding on the door behind us grows louder, more insistent.
“Try to slow them,” I order.
The other two females nod and use their bodies to brace the desk. It might buy us more time. They have very little mass, but time is all I need to figure out a way out of this. Otherwise, I will have to fight, but I do not know how many there will be.
Kirmanda has an inner circle of advisors. There will be at least Jkaran and Zirthoan. I put Jkaran down but I did not kill him, he could be up again. Two are odds I am confident with, but what if Kirmanda is there too? What if there are more? How can I keep three females safe against those odds?
“What’s this?” Belle asks.
She is running her hands along one part of the wall and I shift my attention to inspect it with her. There is nothing I can see but it does feel different. I push, tap, and trace an outline of a rectangle shape.
“I am not sure.”
She frowns, a minor distraction that in less dire circumstances would pull all my attention. The way her brow furrows, drawing her eyebrows together as her mouth turns and her nose wrinkles is beautiful.
She flattens her hand against the rectangle and pushes but nothing happens, then she nods and puts her other hand flat on the wall below it. The wall behind her top hand lights up with a soft glow and a door silently slides open.
‘Got it!” she exclaims and despite everything my cock stiffens with desire.
My mate is brilliant as well as beautiful. I knew it, of course, but desire still burns as the dragon roars and the bijass presses against my thoughts. Soon. When we are safe, I will claim her flesh and give her pleasure such as she has never experienced.
Behind the door is a stone tunnel carved into the rock of the cliff behind the compound. There are no lights. The stone glistens wetly and there is a dripping sound from deep inside. It is small, I will have to hunch to fit inside, but it is an escape.
“Come,” I order, rushing across the room.
The two females run towards the tunnel as I slam bodily into the desk, pushing the partially open door behind it closed. Someone on the other side yelps and curses as their fingers are smashed.
“Bahr, come out. You can be forgiven. Brought into the Inner Circle, given a place on the Council.”
I recognize Zirthoan’s voice but I also know he is lying. Kirmanda will never trust me and with good reason. The Eye has corrupted all that the Order stood for and now I know it. I have seen the proof. It is no longer rumor or suspicions. I am sure of only one thing, that my former brethren in the Order do not know the extent to which Kirmanda has manipulated them. If they did, they would rebel.
But proving this to them is no easy task. Someone slams against the door and it jumps even as I lean all my weight against the desk to hold it closed. I look around the room for any proof I can take with me, but the best proof of these atrocities was smashed in my rage.
The dragon rages but I push it down. If I had not given into my rage when I read what they were doing then I would have proof. Now there is only my word against Kirmanda’s and I am an outcast. I have no standing with the members of the Order.
“Come on Bahr,” Belle calls, and her voice is a summons I will never ignore.
I push against the desk, putting it back against the door to buy as much time as possible, then turn and run to the tunnel. The females are a wingspan inside. I enter with them then turn and find the switch to close it behind us.
“I will lead,” I say.
It is hard to squeeze past them to take the lead, but in a couple of moments we manage to shift our positions. I know from experience that the humans do not have good dark vision. Mine is far from perfect, but I can see enough.
The tunnel is roughhewn and slick. The rock of the cliff it is cut through is porous, so the rains seep through. We splash through puddles as we rush through the tunnel. I remain hunched and carry my lochaber at my side. There is no room to wield the weapon, but it will catch on the ceiling if I put it in its holster on my back.
We move quickly. The females follow well. Each of them is strong and capable, especially considering the slightness of their forms. I am acutely aware of Belle. Her presence is like a warm fire. Constant and reassuring, warming my scales and my heart.
“I can’t see a thing,” Charlie says.
“Put your hand on my shoulder,” Belle says even as she puts her own hand on my waist.
My cock aches as she touches me. Her hand is warm, heating my scales, but I cannot allow myself to be distracted.
The tunnel narrows further. My shoulders scrape against rough rock as I continue to lead us forward. I am surprised we have not heard pursuit yet. The worry grows until I am certain that something is wrong. The tunnel ends at a smooth wall.
“What’s happening?” Asia asks.
