Bloodhounds

Chapter twenty-one

My name man Peter Gadiot who I see as Beauden. He's so beautiful ah. Everyone go watch Queen of the South. It's incredible. 

Idk how i feel about this chapter so let me know what you think. oxo

Enjoy. 

Chapter 21.

Beauden's grip on my arm tightened as we moved further away from the Lilac Hall. He weaved us in and out of corridors, but I couldn't even bring myself to wonder where we were going. My thoughts were with Zekila and her sullen figure and glowing eyes that weren't hers. The images of her flashing through my head.

My stomach turned, and I started to feel like I was back on the Devil's Hangman.

The air around me was too stuffy, I turned my hand to grab at Beau's, "I need fresh air." I could hear myself saying but the words seemed too far away.

Beau glanced at me, his brown eyes flashing with something I couldn't place or even focus on before he nodded, now lacing his fingers between mine and pulling me along. The touch too gentle to belong to someone so evil.

This was his step-mothers doing, which in a way made it his doing but at this point, I couldn't bring myself to pull away from him, because it felt like his soft touch was the only thing that was keeping me on the ground, the rest of my body felt like I was going to drift away into nothing – or fade away like Zekila just had.

Zekila's face was starting to blend into the other faces that had haunted my dreams for weeks now, ever since we walked through the Forest of Duvessa, ever since I made eye contact with the Sly.

Their soulless yellow eyes haunting me.

Zekila was now one of them and I couldn't do anything to reverse it.

The only reason she was even on this trip was because of me, because she wanted to come on an adventure with me – because I had asked her and because she had felt guilt for originally saying no. She should have stuck with her gut and stayed away, and I should have never asked her to come along and agreed when she changed her mind.

As I thought it over, the walls around us seemed to close in on me and I felt like someone was pressing on my throat, cutting off all the air trying to get into my body.

"I can't breathe." I murmured, squeezing Beau's hand tighter. He pushed a door open and pulled me in with him, closing the door behind us with his foot as he moved us through a dark room and through another door before he sat me down on something.

My eyes glanced out over the city below, the sky dark and sparkling as the City below mirrored it. The wind was cool and seemed to push the air down my throat as I looked out at the mountains in the distance and the river's and beaches below.

Both of Beauden's hands gripped mine, "Hey,"

I shook my head, "This is all my fault."

"You'll get her back." Beau stated, sounding almost like a promise and I shook my head again, it had to have been a lie. "Lilith, you'll get her back. She's not gone for good."

"You're lying." I gasped, trying to push air into my lungs.

"Why would I lie to you?" He mused, one of his hands coming up to brush hair back from my face as he squatted in front of me, "I have no reason too."

I scoffed, "You have every reason too." His hand cupped the side of my face as I continued speaking, "Your mother just forced me to remember some of the darkest parts of my past, she turned my best friend in one of the Sly and you stood by and let it happen." I pulled my head away from his hand, "Beau, I have no reason to trust a word that comes out of your mouth."