Her Weakness

Chapter 11

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" A man's voice drifts through the door and I tense and put my hand to my thigh, where I have concealed my dagger. "We were having so much fun, weren't we?"

Is he flirting with her? He is flirting with her. And it is the one time I do not have anything sharp enough to behead him with without him screaming so loud he will alert the guards.

"Yes, well my girlfriend is waiting for me outside." Wait. Girlfriend? "And it's hard to work with all of these soldiers sneering at me behind my back."

"Ah. Well, the guards can leave." A pause and soldiers file out. "And your 'girlfriend' can come in here."

The door opens further and Clarke is standing there, looking sheepish. "Do you mind? I don't think he'll stop hitting on me otherwise," she whispers with pleading eyes.

I can deny her nothing. Especially if she is being flirted with by a creepy sounding older man. I take a deep breath and nod, steeling myself for the flood of emotions bound to come. Clarke visibly relaxes, and I know the only reason she has not punched him is because that would blow our cover.

She opens the door wider and I walk through. The man who I have fantasized about killing for the past few minutes is finally not faceless. He looks old; way too old to flirt with a young woman. His head is bald and shinier than my sword. He is wearing a white jacket that goes down to his knees and has a thing Clarke once told me is called "glasses" resting on his nose.

Clarke lets the door fall shut behind her and walks forward and breaks our stare down with a swift kiss on my cheek. I relax at her touch and give her a smile that in turn makes her smile. Do I have the effect on her that she has on me?

The man clears his throat and I take the opportunity to look around. To the right there is another door, except this one has a lock. The room is empty except for the three of us, and I am guessing there is a maximum of one other person in the locked room besides those that are in crates like beasts. Clarke walks past the man and to distract him, I resume our staring contest. She turns and hits him in the back of the neck with the side of her hand. His eyes roll into the back of his head and he crumples to the ground like a child's toy. She looks at me and shrugs.

"I don't have anything to kill him with."

"Would you like me to?" I ask. I am asking permission... I have not had to do that for years.

She thinks a moment, "If you'd like to. We'll have to drag him into the locked room either way."

"How about we let him live but gag him and leave him in a cage. See how he likes it."

Clarke's eyes twinkle as she smiles and nods. "First things first. We need to get the door open."

I bend down and quickly search the man, still out cold. I feel a rush of pride. Clarke did that to a disturbing old man who was hitting on her.

There are no keys on him. I shake my head at her. She tries the locked door and it opens. I pick up the man, making sure to be as rough as possible, and follow her in. Her friends are gagged in cages and sleeping. I guess the Mountain Men learned not to let them speak. It is what helped them almost escape last time. Before I betrayed Clarke and caused everything to go to hell.

Keys sit on the only table in the room, as close to the door and as far away from the cages as possible. Clarke grabs the keys.

There is one cage unlocked and I shove the man in. Clarke unlocks the first cage and grabs the cloth from the person's mouth.

She lightly taps the boy's head. "Monty. Monty, wake up."

He stirs. No one would dare defy Clarke, even if they are unconscious.

"Clarke," Monty says sleepily. "I knew you'd come."