Princess Amara

Chapter Thirty-Eight

I was in so much trouble that it was unbelievable. 

What in the hell did I get myself into? 

It's moments like these, where you stand back, tilt your head, and think to yourself, 'you should have just stayed your ass back home'. 

In my case, I should have just stayed my ass back at the war camp. 

Vikkan was literally going to skin me alive. 

I talked all this shit about following his ass into battle, and not letting him run some secret mission alone to fuck with the enemy camp. 

And all his detailed and hard stoned planning went out the door, the second we split up. 

I really only had one job. 

Seriously. 

I was supposed to sneak on the outskirts of the border of this camp and simply randomly place ignitions on the ground. 

I would say the mistake of coming came into full affect around the time I accidentally jump started some type of mechanism that began the ten minute count down to the bombs. 

I blame Vikkan for even handing me the damn things. 

He had some complex mission to go into the middle of the camp and collect information about what these bitches were planning to pull off against us in battle. 

He had practically been swallowed by darkness before disappearing before my eyes, completely gone in a brush of cold wind. 

There were a lot of steps that lead me to where I was now. 

Like I veered from the original plan and most definitely snuck further into the camp to place more bombs inside of the camp, because I was definitely trying to blow these bitches sky high. 

Then I saw the very large tent that a group of men had filed into, looking highly important, and like they would have some valuable information. 

And maybe I did sneak a little closer to the tent to ease drop than Vikkan had ever stated I should. 

And maybe I put a bit too much weight onto the tent, when I was leaning in to listen. 

And I could have accidentally landed on my face like a totally dumbass, inside the tent, causing everyone to immediately silence as my clumsy ass literally dropped into their secret meeting. 

It all happened so fast. 

I cringed as my eyes looked around the room, watching the dead bodies laid face first into ground, their black blood seeping deep into the dirt. 

Fuck, I was in trouble. 

"What. The. Fuck." That deep manly voice sent every hair on the back of my neck standing on end, like a cold whisper. 

I jumped like the guilty bitch I am. 

I turned slowly to meet the completely baffled look that was pressed into Vikkan's face. 

I cringed hard as his eyes roamed all the bodies scattered around the room in completely dismay. 

And then he did the damnedest fucking thing. 

He actually started to fucking chuckle. 

His hand over his mouth, eyes wide in dismay, and he started to fucking laugh. 

Laugh. 

His wide chest rumbling, as he tried to muffle his laughter. 

I blinked at him slowly.