A Love From A Different World

Chapter 68

Rhysand had been so busy with knocking out the guards that he hadn't heard the gentle steps making their way towards him. The male bad been too preoccupied with hoping that Amren gets the book, or wondering if Celeana was truly having sex with Tarquin to realize that someone was making their way to him. It was not until the tip of a blade kissed his nape that he finally.

He was screwed. So utterly screwed. Here he was, knocking out his so-called ally's soldiers- well, there really was no other to explain what he was doing. But he supposed he could knock out this one too. Just as he turned, gathering his magic to invade his opponent's mind, Rhysand found himself looking at Celeana. A very smiley Celeana.

Gone were her frilly dresses and jewels. There she stood in Illyrian fighting leathers. Where she had gotten them, he didn't know; it had not been part of her wardrobe back in the Night Court. Nonetheless, the woman looked fierce and stunning, and the territorial fae part of Rhysand acknowledge that he felt satisfied that she was wearing those leathers. Of course, that satisfaction disappeared when he remembered that Celeana was not supposed to be there. Celeana was supposed to be distracting Tarquin- the manner of which that distraction Rhysand did not want to know. But she was supposed to be with the other male. Entertaining him so that he would not notice what Amren and Rhys were doing. That had been the whole reason why the male had brought Celeana to the Summer Court. Well, that and the fact that Celeana might very stab him in the back. And might as well admit it; he did not want her away from him. Pushing that away from his mind he looked at her. A sword that looked like one of the soldiers hung in her hand comfortably, the blade still inches from his skin.

"What are you doing here?"

She pouted and it was an effort to not stare at her lips. "Not happy to see me?"

"If memory serves right, you are supposed to be elsewhere right now." Rhys could not bring himself to say where and with who she was supposed to be.

Rolling her eyes and lowering the sword she said; "Trust me, I entertained Tarquin very well. He should be out until dawn."

His attempt at not cringing was not very good. But Celeana said nothing about it. "Still does not answer why you are here,"

"I think you are forgetting of my capabilities. We are supposed to be knocking out the guards, right?" When she gave him a wolfish grin, Rhys got worried.

"Yes..."

"Well then, you are most graciously welcome," As she said that, she walked away from him. Arms wide she gestured to the guard stations, where Rhys could see no one. An alarm rang in his mind and it appeared that the male could not keep his expression off his face. Celeana looked unimpressed. "Relax, they're alive. But will wake up with a killer headache."

He said nothing again and Celeana tsked. "How ungrateful,"

With that, she walked away. Rhysand followed her, like a lost puppy, keeping his eyes out for any uninvited individual. They made their way to the ruined temple; Amren should be out soon.

Not much later Amren emerged, wet and panting.

"What," said Rhysand, "did you do?"

Amren hoisted herself up on her elbows. "Where the hell were you?"

"You set off every damned trigger in the place. I was hunting down each guard who went to sound the alarm." A feat made easier when Celeana had ventured in, job already done. "I thought you had it covered,"

Amren hissed, "That place, or that damned book, nearly nullified my powers."

His eyes flickered. "Did you get it?"

Amren could only scoffed at the question. His Second touched her jacket—the heavy metal lump within.

She got it- Mother Above she got it. The weight that had been on his shoulders lessened- if only for a second. Because he saw just how relieved Celeana seemed too. And he remembered that they were not on the same side.

Without further comment, he grabbed both females and winnowed back home.