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Finally, Trill let me go. I wanted to protest. He would be safer here. With me. Shit.
Moments passed. He left. He really left me here. I have a mate. A fucking mate.
How will I tell this to Zirc?
“Shit, Roqs,” Sim exclaimed. He injected something in my arm. Sensations crept back along my arms, then my legs. I could move.
“A-a-aaxad,” I stuttered.
“We’ll find him,” Sim reassured me. He did not understand. They helped me up. I saw Xy bloody, his sword arm was hanging loosely. Did he knew? About Axad?
He and other red guards surrounded me, Sim and Nim. I breathed a sigh of relief when another set of red guards brought me Brynn and Coone.
“Roqs!” Coone rushed at me. “Are you okay?”
I nodded though he had to catch my head. I wasn’t fully back in control of my limbs it seems. But I had to tell them. “It was Axad. He did this to me.”
“What?” Xy stared at me.
“What do you mean?” Nim narrowed his eyes at me. I quickly told them about my encounter with Scarface, earning a gasp from Brynn.
“But he saved me!” she cried out. How could I tell Brynn that I wanted to save him as well.
“Then Axad?” Xy prompted though asking out loud cost him. His second in command took pity on him and supported him. Xy was so out of it he did not even noticed it.
“Axad came and betrayed me. He left with Scarface.”
Silence.
Then Sim piped up. “Well you wouldn’t believe what the others told about us.” There was manic in his eyes. “There were eyewitnesses who told the palace guards it was me, and Nim who tried to assassinate the Royal alphas!”
Good thing Coone was still supporting me. What the fuck was happening in this tribe?
“We need to leave,” Nim said grimly.
“You’re telling me that now?” I asked him. He knew it was almost funny he was the one telling it to me now. “What’s your plan?”
This was Nim and Sim. I should have known they would come up with a crazy plan. As this were their territory, it was only fitting that they knew how to get us out of here.
“We have a ship,” Nim started and pushed us out of the dungeons. “We just have to get there so we could regroup.”
“And where is this ship located?” I dared ask.
“The west valley point,” Sim answered helpfully.
I counted one to five. Coone was wary he did not crack a joke. “You understand that we had to cross the South wing to get there?”
“Which is why I have this plan,” Nim answered. “To get out of the Purple Tribe, we will say that you got Nim and Sim hostage. Their priority was to capture us alive. Xy will camouflage himself. He needs to be dead for this mission.”
The other red guards looked amused. Come to think of it, they weren’t wearing their uniforms. They were dressed as farmers.
This was a stupid plan.
I had to hand it to Nim and Sim. They played their part well of being my hostages. Even Brynn glared at the palace guards brandishing a small sword, at Nim’s side.
Loyalty was a manasty trait. I could see, from the palace guards, to the other members of the Purple Tribe, the incredulous look in their eyes. They wanted Nim and Sim to shout at them that this wall a hoax. But to achieve our goal, they had to remain silent. They had to appear as if they tried to assassinate the Royal alphas and were now getting kidnapped by the Silver Tribe alpha. I have in my grasp, the one thing the Purple Tribe valued the most.
We reached the ship without any fanfare. It was an older and a smaller version of the ship we used on the way here. But it will do.
