All Your Fault

Chapter Twenty-One

Kasey

The soft breeze that filtered through the window I stood at, cooled my skin and I tugged the long sleeves of the shirt over my hands.  I glanced down at the emerald green shirt oddly my size that had been given to me, The Vaile was a massive system of weaving hallways and uniformed guards.  I had yet to figure out if it was going to be a good thing or a bad thing; the thought scraping the back of my mind was “he’ll come for me. Dorian will come for me.”

“Miss Kasey?” Renaya’s voice rang musically off the stonewalls, I turned; the heavy braid of my hair brushing across my back. I did not answer, only watched her warily.  I did not trust anyone anymore.

“There is someone Kalem would like you to meet, please follow me.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache starting to pound behind my eyes.  I followed her petite form enveloped in a plain yellow dress.

Kalem, the dragon prince of the Vaile stood next to a thin old man with white hair shorn close to his head; their backs were turned toward us.  “Kalem.” Renaya sang, flowing towards him. My eyes trained on the joy that spread across her face and a hunch began to form, I filed it away for further use.  Kalem turned towards Renaya, the purple scales of his face glittering in the torchlight; the slight twitch of his mouth furthered my hunch.  His amber eyes swiveled towards me, his hand on Renaya’s shoulder.

“Ahhh elementalist,” I flinched at his use, “this is Ellan, he is an elementalist trainer.” My eyes narrowed towards the older man.  His grey eyes were trained sharply on me, his face stern, mouth thin. I stood still as he assessed me, I could almost hear his disapproval. 

“She’ll do.” He grunted, brushing past me, “follow me.” I swallowed, watching him walk away then turned back to Kalem who nodded his head.  I turned and followed Ellan, hoping that I would not be taken again. The very thought had me gripping the edges of the shirt in a tight grip, clenching my jaw.

Dorian

I stood with my hands clenched tightly behind me, the tension pulling the muscles in my shoulders tight.  The remnants of Kasey’s pain still echoed throughout my body in tiny slivers, the demon still raged too close to the surface, grappling against its cage; I forcefully shoved it down, promising retribution.   Salisar strode through the door, a weasel of a man, his thin face ended in a pointed chin, beady black eyes shifted from sunken in eyes.  His looks fitted what he did to a T; Salisar was a shape shifter, his form a weasel.  He slivered his way wherever he went, a spineless cretin that owed nobody loyalty, it galled me to call upon his shifty services.

He flashed a grin, rows of yellowing sharpened teeth were revealed, “Petrov, how can I be of service.” He bowed, flourishing his ratty newsboy cap to the side. 

“I need you to find someone.” I snarled, clenching my hands tighter behind my back.

Salisar’s eyebrow rose in curiosity, “who might this be?” he tittered, shoving his hat back onto his greased back black hair. 

“My woman” I snapped, clenching my teeth, the demon inching forward, Salisar took notice, his air becoming nervous.

“I see, I see. I’ll find her. We’ll talk payment later.” He gave a nervous smile, before rushing out the door. Narrowly missing the chair that smashed against the wall next the empty doorway.  I roared again, falling to me knees, slamming my fists into the ground. I will find her; she is mine, no one else’s, mine.

I rested my forehead against the cool marble, breathing deeply through my nose, hating myself for the attachment I have formed to the girl, no not girl, woman.  She was always a woman, an irritating little woman.  I grimaced as I found myself recalling her eyes flashing in annoyance, the crushed look on her face as she looked down at the cupcake that had smashed between us; how I wanted her to look at me with that sad adoration.  Hating that i had bought another for her, just to appease her; I slammed my fist again into the ground, reveling in the pain; soaking it in.  I will find her.