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“She. . . she saw. . .” He paused as he took in another lung full of air. “She saw a hippogriff.”
There it was.
Her face vanished from the well as I turned toward him. My eyes found Hendrix, crouched over clutching at his side. I could feel my heart race as the words settled within me. The anxiety and irritation coursed through my body. If she saw the hippogriff, then the magic of the curse was weakening. It was all beginning to crumble. The Realm was waking up, the magic was flowing ever so slightly again.
Finally.
There was a small sense of relief, everything I had worked so hard for was coming to fruition. But I should have known, calculated this possibility. I should have guessed this would happen. Of course the hippogriff would have found her, known exactly who she was. It would come back, especially if she was here. A chill ran down my spine, time truly was of the essence at this point.
“It approached her, sir.” Hendrix said, this time with more steadiness to his words. He was no longer bent over, or panting, or taking in large amounts of air. Good, because it was really starting to irritate me. It took an enormous amount of effort not to actually toss him from the window. Nor fling my shadows at him for causing this disturbance, the only semblance of peace having been shattered by him bursting in without consideration.
By his mere presence.
“It’s her, isn’t it?” His words hung in the air.
I couldn’t stop my reflex to roll my eyes but would not answer him, it was not any of his business.
Of course he would have figured it out, why wouldn’t he have? Hendrix had spent more than enough time with her back in the Mortal Lands to put it together. But he never would have, had I not sent him there in the first place. Although he had proven himself useful, until now.
He was going to thwart this whole thing. Everything that had been designed right down to the tiniest detail to get her here, even going so far as to alter the miscalculations, and he was going to spoil it. Years’ worth of careful planning.
“That is none of your business, Hendrix.” I replied,far more irritated with him than I cared to admit. Irate with him really, I hated this male, and I did not want to be in his company. “You knew what your orders were. Keep her from death. Not to pry into her life or her past.”
At least he had the common sense to remain quiet. Not daring to say another word as I glanced back at the seeing well. Her face re-emerged. She had covered a good distance. But she was going to wear herself thin.
“Sir, if I may be so bold?”
“No, you may not.” I snapped, my eyes locked on her.
“But, if it really is her. . .”
“I’m warning you now, Hendrix.”
He really had the audacity to presume such a notion. Of course it’s her. Why wouldn’t it be her? I no longer had the time I thought we did, forcing my hands. I had no other choice. But I would neither confirm nor deny it, I’d keep this to myself. But I knew Hendrix- he was smart, despite the unfortunate circumstances they found themselves in. And if he was smart. . . he would keep his mouth shut.
“Sir, I really must protest.”
“Silence!”
Hendrix went still as my demand bounced around the room. He’d crossed a line, he knew as well as anyone where he needed to remain. Where his station was.
“I do not care what you have to say at this time. I do not care if youfeelfor the girl, if you worry for her. You know what is to be done. You know it has to be done. I didn’t ask for you, I did not ask for your company. I do not want you here any more than you want to be here, let me make that perfectly clear.” the shadows slipped from my fingers, twirling around the tips before leaking into the room.
It felt good, finally releasing them again. Even if I was angry. The power that dwelled within flickered in happiness. Everything I’d done, every bit of magic and power I had used before had a price. And if it was not for this stupid curse, I would have torn the world apart already. This bloody, unforgivingcurse.
The anger rose, letting it linger, letting it consume me, the shadows rippling around us. The room darkened, the last of the sun snuffing out as my mood turned murderous.
This was Fate’s fault.
Fate was cunning, it was poisonous. And it was messing with me. Fate was its own master and this was punishment, Iknewit was. It was punishment for my choices, for my involvement in her own threads. For altering the path. . . for using her for my own gains. Fate knew how to play this game better than I ever could. It knew what I wanted, what I was after, and would throw every curve ball at me as I tried to reach the end.
But Fate forgot one thing.
I was death and darkness.
I was nightmare and shadow.
I was the dark to her light.
