𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡: ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔚𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔰

Chapter Thirty-one: Dangerous Games

Amber

He left after continuously cutting into me like a test subject. The remaining gashes on my leg were still closing but he spilled some of that water on it so it wasn’t closing as fast as the others. I was getting more light headed by the hour and I don’t think I could stay conscious much longer for this. My body was cooling down and somehow I could feel the outside breeze. “I’ll take control again Amber,” Tora whispered. I shook my head, slowly , not wanting to dizzy myself.

“I’m fine,” I muttered hearing the upstairs door squeal open, the strong scent of food, made my stomach howl. I drew in a long breath as footsteps grew closer and the scent of food was now stronger.  The large steel door opened , the lamp peering through first before he hung it up. A half eaten sandwich in hand. A smile ran across his lips. “You hungry?” He said, waving the delicious half eaten item in my face.

I sneered but it was tempting to snatch from his hands. This damned muzzle. He pulled his arm back once I moved forward. He hummed, wrapping it, placing it on the chair. He crouched, meeting me at eye level. Confusion flooded my mind when his hands moved to the back of my head. He took off the muzzle. No gloves, no weapon, and no company to watch his back. The iron piece dropped with a loud thud. He reached back and held the sandwich near my mouth. “Eat,” he said rather softly. A bit unnerving, but I’m starving.

“Do not eat that,” Tora growled. “But I’m hungry,” I muttered back. “If you want to survive, think selectively. Your senses are impeded, sniff it then tell me what you smell,” she said. I was a bit delirious, but still pushed through all the toxins. Through the aroma of the inner ingredients that heavily overpowered each other I smelled something faint. I pulled back, sneering as my nasal canals flared in pain. “What did you smell?”  I snapped back, as the pain slowly dissipated. He smirked, with a raised brow. Fucking hell.

“Something that's not agreeing with my body right now,” I replied. My body shuddered as the smell lingered. He hummed, sitting back in the chair and finished it without even a reflex. “Still have control I see,” he muttered, bawling the foil up before throwing it in the corner. Taking the book in hand he started writing again. I stared at the spine and withered covers. Book of Beasts was the written title and under was their sigil. The only difference between my fathers and his.

“So you're resistant to all traditional poisons. Not responsive to Alumon or Jasper. Not even blessed silver…” he tapped the pen against his stumbled beard. An amused chuckle echoed from his throat. “You're a unique little thing. Just exactly what type of breed are you?” I glared, my lip curling up as a growl rumbled within me. “Technically a half breed considering that you're human,” I replied. “Your a pure blood. Never forget that,” Tora growled.

He hummed, his face hardened as his eyes lingered over the pages. He then closed it standing up before heading straight to that table. He opened the drawer and rummaged through it before pulling out something. Another book. He opened it flipping through pages before stopping. “Ah, obsidian. How short-sighted of me,” he whispered. Then he turned and sat back down, a look of disappointment slowly fading in. “I don’t have obsidian daggers,” he said. He laid it across his lap while scratching his beard.

“It seems that our sessions over for the day,” he frowned, crouching in front of me.  I sneered and he stood up retrieving the lantern. He looked back on last time before slamming the door behind him. I hissed as my body ached from the fine cuts that still haven’t closed. “Let me back out Amber. It’ll only get worse when he gets those knives,” Tora pleaded. “I… I can handle it. I’ve… been doing fine against pain… before you awakened. I …can handle this,” I tremmered. She sighed, “You're stubborn.”