Silas Earrach
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
I should have known better! She would never turn a new leaf! She was always lying and manipulating. The opposite of the quiet and scared human that Ma tied me to for the rest of my life. Or hers, more likely. I was sure it would be short considering who was after her. When it reached its end, her soul would no doubt drag my soul into death with it given the nature that they were forged together under.
If mine didn't drag hers there first.
All because of a bond I had no choice in starting.
But, neither did she.
What I did have though, was a small semblance of control over the partially forged bond that Greysi had only begun to realize existed between us when shit had hit the fan. It was enough to keep her from feeling anything from my end but did nothing to stop the onslaught of chaos I could feel coming from her. I was left to blindly experience the worst from her. Uncertainty. The onslaught of terror from her that struck me like my own didn't tell me anything about what had caused it. Not if it was physical or if she was okay afterward.
But I could tell she wasn't. Something that I could feel like a weary bone-deep chill.
I jolted against the cuffs that had me hanging limply by my wrists. Even before I had woken to discover I couldn't feel my hands, I had felt them growing numb before I had been knocked unconscious. Just like I had felt inklings of something being wrong from Greysi before darkness had blanketed everything. I felt it even more now that I was awake and a little more rested.
Something was definitely wrong.
Panic and worry that had nothing to do with my own physical or mental state had me jerking my arms against their confines. The iron sizzled and cut into my skin, resisting the force I was using. I had to get out of there and make sure she was okay.
I should have finished the bond.
Then, I would have a better chance of knowing what was causing terror and sickness to seep through Greysi's end of our bond. I would be able to tell if she was hurt or not; if she was okay.
But then she would also be able to tell that I wasn't.
A grunt escaped my chest at the next jerk I gave my arms. The groan of metal accompanied the sound of exertion along with the warm trickle of blood as it poured down my arms from splitting skin. The flesh under the burning cuffs had already healed and reopened more time than I had kept track. It didn't matter if I caused myself any more physical damage in the process, nothing mattered but making it to her. I had to make it to her. It was the sole thought pounding its way through my head and burning through my veins, pushing my fears and exhaustion aside.
Nothing but her mattered.
It hadn't since I had first felt her fear spike what felt like days ago. It was difficult to tell the passage of time in the darkness, especially with my bouts of unconsciousness. It was only interrupted by spans of questions and pain and the occasional meal that meant they intended to keep me alive. For now.
But what about her? Was she okay? What were they doing to her? Were they hurting her? Were they feeding her? Did they find the Blood Stone's mark? Did they find mine?
Did they know she was mine?
No. Otherwise, they wouldn't be using pain to extort answers from me. Not my pain. Not until they realized that they had more to gain by using me as the leverage and her as the target. But they couldn't know about the power she carried. Power that they could use me to force her hand to gain.
