Fantasy Land

Chapter 22

Ball

Lyon

I tear off chunks from my strip of meat, our gourmet supper in this hell hole. The faint sounds of the party taking place heard from here. I glare into the small fire we'd built to fight off the cold in this small room. It definitely wasn't built as well as the rest of the palace. Flynn sat beside me, watching me closely. It was starting to really get on my nerves. Jenna sneezes from my other side on the floor, snuggled as close to the fire as she can get without lighting herself on fire.

She catches me looking at her, locking eyes with me.

I turn away quickly, trying and failing to ignore the way her gaze alone settles my restless soul. I couldn't do this with her again, last time nearly killed me.

"Lyon?" She says in the sweet voice. I clench my jaw, fighting with myself.

"Don't." Is all I say. One word I say in forced anger as the only thing I've said to her in all this time. Goddess, I'm an absolute idiot.

"Lyon please, just listen to me." She says desperately. I don't look at her, refusing to because the moment I look at her I'll cave. All the walls I'd built around my heart would crumble to nothing.

"No." I say harsher this time, my twin flinching from it. "Why did you come here Jenna?" I spit.

"What?" She asks, sounding like she's on the verge of tears. I ignore the way her voice cracks on the one word.

"I told you to never come back here. And don't think I don't know what his cut ears mean." I spit venomously. I'm not angry she defied me, but angry she did so on the one night in years it was the worst possible idea. All these alphas here with two elves, they'd kill her in seconds without hesitation.

"It was the only place I could think to come." She says so softly I almost miss it.

"It isn't safe here." I growl. "You knew that."

"It was the safest place I could think of."

"You've signed your own death warrants!" I shout. It kills me to see the way she flinched away from me when I shout. I've never yelled before, not at her or anyone.

"I did not come here for your help Lyon Killian; I came for Damon's help." She stands then, glaring at me with tear filled eyes. "So, fuck you." She says with so much venom it takes me by surprise. She walks over to her friend who is still unconscious on the floor, torso wrapped in bandages.

She doesn't make it there, however.

"I knew I smelled Elves here." A German wolf says, standing at the now open doors to the ancient library. I stand, instantly grabbing Jenna and pulling her behind me. She clutched at the fabric of my shirt on my back, clinging close to me. I tune my hearing back into the ball, hearing screams and snarls.

"Shit." I say under my breath. He's big, bigger than I've ever fought before. Flynn is able to beat guys this big half the time, but that's when his heads in the game. We were totally screwed.

"I'll distract him, you take the elves and run." I link Flynn through our mental link.

"Not happening dumbass." Flynn replies.

"Please Flynn, get our mates out of here safe." He sends me a look from the corner of his eye. "Please. I'm your twin and older brother. Of course, I know you're not only gay, but that he's your mate."

"It's been a while since I last killed an elf." The wolf before says with a twisted grin on his face. Anxiety grips my stomach as my fists clenched and unclench in nervousness. I solidify myself to the task at hand, prepared to act when another uninvited guest enters the room.