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Sy and I voted for foes, since I hadn’t made too many friends.
Barbie! Barbie! Pucker yelled in my ear frantically.
Was my familiar here? The torque had cut off our connection. How could I hear him now? But then, Sy had come back to me, so there was no reason that my link to my ghost familiar wouldn’t be restored.
I guessed, with time, my siphon power had finally worn through the spells that fed the torque.
Pucker, find me! I screamed at him with my frantic thoughts, trying to show him where I was, but I couldn’t find any reference with the iron mask blocking my sight.
We’re here! he called. I’m here! We set off the explosions.
Excellent job! I cheered.
Excellent! Sy cheered with me before she snarled. Someone’s heading our way.
Fight or flight?
Fight! Sy urged.
So I kept going, determined to crack their skulls open with my iron helmet if they tried to grab me. They wouldn’t anticipate that awesome and lethal move of mine.
The person rushed toward me, and I charged him/her before he/she could grab me, slamming my iron mask toward the newcomer’s face, but instead of hitting the target, I was being lifted into the air.
Shit! This wasn’t what I’d expected.
I heaved up my fist, ready to punch down on a head, the chains clanging at my movement. But a large hand wrapped around my fist.
“Barbie, stop!” Killian’s deep voice came through my iron helmet.
It’s the chaos prince! Sy called urgently. Cease!
Killian’s power, not of this realm and of this realm at the same time, wrapped around me protectively.
The killer switch in me turned off.
It was him! It was the heir of the House of Chaos.
He’d come for me!
“I’m here, Barbie! You’re safe now,” he said, letting me slide down to the ground.
“Killian!” I hiccupped, my voice muffled in my ears within the confines of the iron mask, but it couldn’t stop me from calling his name. “Killian!”
“Yes, I’m here!” he repeated. “My warriors have surrounded the premises. We have it under control. No one will take you from me again!”
“Take this fucking thing off me, Killian! Take it off! Please!” I cried, my good hand clawing at the iron mask.
“Shush. Easy, little dagger. I’m taking care of it,” Killian said. “I’ll take care of you.”
I stood still, praying for that fucking thing to come off in a second. I could feel the chaos prince’s shadow magic that he inherited from Hades rewiring the iron helmet. No wonder I hadn’t been able to counter his power when he cornered me in the ice rink. It was death magic, a power that came from the Underworld.
Then the helmet was off my face. Killian shattered the chains that bound my one wrist and ankle as well.
I shook free my golden curls, but a few damp strands were still plastered on my face as Killian tossed the iron mask to the ground with a snarl.
I could breathe freely now without the burden and confinement of the iron helmet, yet my breathing still came in ragged gasps.
We were in a long, stone-walled hallway next to the empty dungeon cells. The only light came from the bulbs hanging from the high ceiling. There were no windows on this level to allow in any natural light. It was damn depressing and creepy here, and victims’ screams wouldn’t reach outside of these walls.
