In The Arms of an Angel

Chapter 11: Volucris.

Chapter 11: Volucris.

Confused I looked up to see that Conner and Logan had stopped moving and were looking ahead of them at what sounded like a thunder cloud rolling in. I watched carefully as Logan walked over to us and grabbed Marco retying his hands tighter than a vice making him wince and clench his jaw.

Over Logan’s shoulder I could see men on horses flood over the hill stopping just before Conner. Their silver armoured uniform covered every inch of their chest but only ran down the middle of their backs leaving their wings free to move even though most of them kept their wings on their body.

I felt my hands start to shake with nervous, my palms got sweaty and my breathing hitched getting caught in my throat. I looked up at Logan and found his dark eyes staring straight into mine. He smiled slightly which didn’t help my already fast beating heart and nodded his head ever so slightly in a reassuring way. Thinking about Marco’s words now and what they meant I knew I had to pretend like I didn’t even really know him although I am tempted to just hide behind him and hit him until I convinced him to take me home.

I watched them approach us and pull up in front of us, each one looking down at us like we were nothing more than the rats in streets. What the hell is up your ass Mr high and mighty? The first of the guard’s descended his horse and walked up to me, his large build dwarfed me. He had cold grey eyes that made me shiver and grey hair that told me he was older. He reached out his hand and grabbed my chin tilting my head up against my will and as if to examine me he turned my head from side to side.

“This is the one. Restrain them.” He ordered, his voice was deep and husky, rumbling with age.

The other guards were down off their horses in a flash two of them quickly pushed Marco on the floor, grabbing his hair and forcing his head back making him wince. I looked over and saw they were doing the same to Logan and my heart started to hurt as an ache in my chest threatened to chock me to death.

“Have you been talking to your brother boy?” one of the guards said.

“I’ve watched them carefully, his clean.” Conner said quickly in his defence. They all looked up to face Conner as he spoke. They pushed Logan in the back making him fall on all fours and then turned their attention souly to Marco leaving Logan to pick himself up off of the fall and dust himself off.

“Get him back to the king.” The old guard said to the others before turning to me. “This way please Miss.” He said extending a hand to me. I looked over at Logan without really thinking and saw his eyes quickly drop to the floor, avoiding my gaze and I knew then that I shouldn’t have done that. Pretend you don’t know him, don’t look at him, don’t talk to him.

I took the guards hand and smiled at him, letting him lead me off towards the horses. He picked me up and placed me on one of the horses before climbing up after me and taking the rains. To say I was a little scared about being on a massive horse was an understatement, I was petrified. I lived in the city for god sake, the closest I had ever come to a horse was then ones that pulled carriages in the city but they were a good distance away and I never had to ride one.

I gripped the horse’s mane in a death grip and shut my eyes momentarily while the horse began to move. Looking to the side just over the guards shoulder I could see Logan and Conner walking along side on the horses talking to one of the guards in hushed voices so that I couldn’t hear, while Marco was… well… being Marco. Smiling and looking totally amused as he was being dragged behind one of the horses with a rope.

I still didn’t understand. How is he so god damn amused by this, from my understanding he was about to be executed or imprisoned for the rest of his life, shouldn’t he at least be upset about that, I know I would.