WhiteBlood- Book 2 ( HalfBlood Series- FW FF)

46- Caught

It was them.

Sleep. Never heard of it tonight. It was obvious things weren't good between us yet he wouldn't leave 'angry' or pretended he wasn't bothered at what I said. Ofcourse I felt horrible the whole night and told I look horrible from everyone I've seen today.

As everyday, we all go to the courtyard for the daily death roll waiting for Markham to read it. I weave through the crowd finding Hetta and Aaric to stand by, Sloane a row ahead of us looking...pissy as usual.

" You look how I currently feel." Aaric whispers to me with a slight smile. " Worry some night too? I thought for sure Riorson was going to make a visit to me last night for pulling you in with me."

The lightest tiured smiel came to my face, " Lucky for you he left last night."

" Why?" Hetta pipes in and I could swear I saw Sloane tilt her head trying to listen to out conversation.

" Another fight. No surprise...packed everything up and left."

Hetta sighs about to say something when Aaric answers for her. " Dick."

I scoff, " Yea...got that right."

Markham comes soon after with a deathroll, the other officals leading after him standing in their usual spots. Besides Varrish.

" Where's Varrish." I whisper lowly scanning the area. I move to stand directly behind Sloane incase there's anymore attacks. No Varrish... something need to be up. No dragon perched either.

" Rhys?"

" He's not in the Vale. I'll go search." He alerts.

I feel the nerves already as I shift, forcing that cool expression and slowly, slower then normal Markhan reads the few names. Stalling...there is stalling.

" Something is up." I note quietly. I see Sloane about to turn when I stop her. " Stay ahead. YOu still wear that armor right?"

She scratches at her collar pulling it slightly to see the green scales. Prefect.

" I don't see Aetos either." Bohdi murmurs beside Aaric.

I hear a light begging, as it quickly personifies...then silence. Out of one the large doors there they are... Varrish, with a few riders. One being Jack Barlower dragging the two guards. Dain....trailing behind.

I swallow. The guards from last night out. There's no marks from what I can see on them, though there was something off. It's like I could feel it. They did something I have no idea what that was yet.

Everyone turns as a path is made for Varrish and the others as he walks high headed, like he just got my mother's general title at this point. I watch them all carefully, I look at the guards who walk normally, their body language rigid, their-

Their mouths want to talk, to yell, to scream. But they can't. It's like they were glued shut, they can't talk, like they were commanded not to. Complusion. Another signet that's almost up there with mine or Dains.. just making it legal to have. The power to verbally command one to do their bidding.

Depends how strong you are you can break it though... that's rarely heard of. Whoever had the grip on these two is damn strong. I can feel that much.

Was they walk I can see Dain scaning the crowd, looking around almost wildly. Our sights crash. His face... Again..that face he makes I have no idea what it means or what I should even think as they take their places on the stage.