"Fallon!" Thrashing against the super-strong handcuff that chained him to the bed frame, Seth the tracker stood in an empty bedroom yelling at the air. Yelling frantically as if the air would yell back. And maybe it would. Maybe Fallon would take a minute to clear her head, see sense, and come back.
He knew this wasn't going to happen. Even as the thought crossed his mind, he knew there was no chance of it.
"Come back Fallon!" His body was all out thrumming with rage now. Rage that she'd put herself in danger like this. Rage that she was so stuck in the past, so caught up in her fight against her feelings for him, that she'd knowingly venture into enemy lines on her own. But this was Fallon. His girl did nothing nice and easy.
"Right now!" He snapped.
Still no answer.
Still no fucking answer.
"I'm not messing about!" The cuff rattled against the metal bedpost uselessly. He couldn't break it. Not even if he tried. "Come back you evil fucking Amazon!"
His eyes stung with maddened tears. Fearful tears. Not even Fallon—the most hardcore badass boss woman he'd ever known- could simply march into warlock lands. Because that was where she'd have gone to handle things. But she'd go and do it anyway. And when she came back—because she would come back—he'd give her hell for this.
He'd tie her to the bed until she confessed every last one of her feelings. He'd hold her down until she looked her past in the eye and owned it.
But first, he needed to get the crazy woman the hell away from Triumph.
"Come back baby!" His voice was softer now, more desperate, as if soothing the air would magically force Fallon to reappear. "We can talk through all of this. We can make it all make sense. Please, Fal! We can sort it all out together. Just come back."
She didn't come back—but the door opened.
Apparently, his screaming had drawn the attention of the other castle inhabitants.
Kyra led at the front with Caspian hot on her heels.
"I take it the handcuffs didn't go down very well." Her lips were pursed, her brows drawn. This was clearly worse than she'd predicted. Fallon had swung off the rails.
"She saw me coming," Seth hissed, still thrashing.
"Typical Fallon," Caspian scoffed. "Tying her catch up and jumping ship."
"She's scared—and I'm gonna throttle her."
Why couldn't she deal with fear the same way everyone else did? Hide under the bed. Eat ice cream. Cry about it.
But nooooo, Fallon had to do things the hard way.
"I'll help you," Kyra said.
"Great. We can all throttle her." He thrashed again. "Tell me you've got the key."
"I've got the key." The Queen of the Amazons brandished his freedom, heading over for his lock. Was this one of those locks from the prophecy?
Locks were made to entice wars.
No, that was too easy.
"Thank the Gods."
When the lock clicked, releasing his wrist, he massaged the red mark around his skin.
"Did she tell you her plan?" Kyra asked.
"No. But I know it." Because I know her. "She's going to march right into Triumph, demand an audience with Ronan and try to leave with Rosa."
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Moral Compass
Romance"I don't believe that untouchable act you've got going for a minute by the way. You can't be this calm and collected about everything." Seth the tracker had a wee bit of a reputation. One he was proud of, thank you very much. So what if he was a lou...
