Abandoned By My Mate

The Plot Thickens

 I rubbed at my aching back, peering out of the carriage's window. We had been traveling for four days now, and the castle was only hours away. My mate sat in front of me, glowering out the window as if willing the dangers to reveal themselves. Dran was at the front of the carriage, our guards hidden in the woods, far enough to not be noticed.

"Az," I muttered, my own plan forming, "Can we take a break? I need to stretch my legs and relieve myself."

"Of course," He replied quickly, giving the wood of the carriage two sharp knocks.

Dran immediately pulled the horses to a halt and Azrael opened the door of the carriage, stepping out. He held the door and extended a hand that I took with a smile. Azrael moved to follow me towards the wood, but I stopped him with a hand to his chest.

"I won't go far," I assured him.

Liar. I thought to myself as I gave him another smile and began walking off the road. I kept my ears perked, lifting my nose and taking in the sweet scent of earth and decaying leaves. Scanning the trees above me. If danger indeed lurked in these woods it would not be on the ground where it could be easily found by watchful eyes.

I giggled to myself, covering my mouth with my hand as if remembering something humorous. My males were hidden in the woods, and whoever they thought was after us would be attracted to the sound. They would need to come closer to see if I was an easy target.

I spun in a circle, golden hair stretching out like a net. Ready to catch the filth that was threatening my joy. I pressed my hands into my pockets, feeling for the dagger Theorn had gifted me before I left.

"Hello," A male voice growled, "I've been looking for you."

He stood a few yards away, dropping from one of the branches above. The male was skinny, ink swirled over his bald scalp. The colors cupped his jaw before swirling down his neck.

"Have you?" I replied, gripping the hilt of the dagger as I felt the first spikes of fear, "Why is that?"

"Your male seems to have a lot of enemies," The male replied, his voice horse as if he had spent hours screaming. "I didn't want to take this job... but with your cunt involved I think it may be worth it."

"You're the assassin," I said firmly, slightly surprised that they had sent someone so dull. Was I really not worth a more experienced killer?

The male's brows dipped together as if noticing that something was off, but he was too daft to know what it was.

"Which enemy wants me dead this time?" I asked, planting my hands on my hips as though I had gone through this many times. "Is it the duke again? Or perhaps the one whose nose I broke?"

"The duke failed at his first attempt?" The male's eyes widened in surprise.

Well this is quite boring. I had truly thought this would end up like one of the books I read, where the female gets kidnapped by the villain and her hero comes after her and saves her. Oh well. No need for a male to save me now, not when I have two hands more than capable of eliminating threats.

"Why yes," I replied, batting my eyelids shily and taking a step closer to him, "He should have sent you last time and I'm sure I wouldn't have stood a chance."

The male preened, puffing his chest out with pride at my words. Dull blue eyes sparkling with interest as I sashayed closer, putting an exaggerated sway in my hips. He frowned when I reached a hand to his neck, but quickly relaxed when I pressed my body against his. Choking down the bile that threatened to spew from my mouth.