Chemistry

Bryn Needs to Shut Her Mouth

Noel gave me the signal. I had almost finished Sam's makeup. I put on the finishing touches and frowned. He looked a lot older and not like the Sam I had fallen in love with. But if we were gonna shut this down, it had to be done. Sam and I looked in the mirror. Ember had given him a guard's outfit and stilts so he looked much taller than me. I did his makeup and he looked in his 40s or 50s. I wanted so badly to kiss him right now, just in case, but I couldn't. Noel seemed to know what I was thinking because she gave me a sympathetic look. He put on my "handcuffs" and we left the bush, him gently guiding me to the guard's entrance. There was high security until Andie and Drew disabled it, so we easily got in. We walked through the castle and straight to Amàya's room. Sam banged on the door and we waited.

"Forgive me," Sam said, in a barely audible whisper, as the door flew open.

Sam and I had to use all of the self control we had to not revolt and run away. Amàya stood in the doorway with nothing but lace on. Black and red lace, woven into spiderwebbed patterns covering every inch of her body.

"What do you WANT, Julio?! Can't you see I'm busy?!" She yelled.

"My apologies, madame, but I have captured one of the enemy spies in your throne room."

"Which one?" She asked, in a lower tone.

"Bryn," Sam answered, and I could feel his arms start to shake.

"Show me," Amàya demanded.

I walked out from Sam with my head held high. I brushed his hands off and stood with my arms crossed in front of Amàya.

"Let me go this instant!" I screamed.

"Ah, Bryn. I don't think that's possible!" She mused, turning to Sam. "Julio, as a reward for your service, you may collect blood from the rookies."

"Ma'am... I don't think that's necessary..." Sam said with wide eyes. This was not supposed to happen!

"Julio. Does a servant say no to his mistress?" Amàya said in a warning tone.

"No miss," Sam replied.

I looked her squarely in the eye. "Is that how you treat your employees?! You hold them hostage and then take their own BLOOD?!" I screamed at her. Sam gave me a warning touch on my back. This was not part of the plan and could get me hurt.

"Miss, I'll take her to the dungeon." Sam intervened.

"Yes. But hit her a few times to smack some sense into this 'Bryn'," Amàya said coldly as she shut the door and went back to whatever she was doing (which I assume was not age appropriate for her).

We walked farther down the hall and Sam pulled me aside.

"What were you thinking?!" He whispered.

"I'm sorry SAM but I don't think you'd want to be KILLING LITTLE KIDS!" I hissed back.

"I don't, thank you, and I don't think you'd appreciate being singed by her either! You could've gotten yourself killed!"

"Sorry Sam," I said in a small voice. "I just don't want her to hurt you."

Sam's fake 45 year old face softened. "I don't want her to hurt you either, Bryn, which is why we have to hold our tongues around her, ok?"

"Ok," I agreed, relieved he wasn't angry with me.

We walked almost all the way to the dungeon, but Sam stopped before he put me in.

"I can't do this to you Bryn. I refuse to put you in the dungeon."

"But Sam the plan...?"

"When I was becoming part of the FBI I took an oath to never purposely put my team in danger. You are part of my team and I will NOT put you in there."

"Where are we going then?"

"You're becoming a guard."

He then took my makeup and professionally did it to make me look older, and I was given an unconscious guard's outfit. I twisted my hair up into a bouffant like the other female guards had them. Then we patrolled the dungeon and texted the group that we were in position.