Both Mailee and Soveliss tensed as Dean came to stand nearby, half-hidden in the shadow of the clock tower behind them. Another man, pink dreadlock-haired, was at his side.
"What do you want besides to murder all of us for our life-force?" She tried to stall for time. She needed to come up with a plan until Soveliss can change back in an hour.
"Careful, my dear. That must be the cook next to him." Soveliss hisses into her ear. Dean's tan face twisted in a slight sneer. Somehow, he'd grown bigger--- or maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her.
"Pretending to be in a human body doesn't mean you are one. Your smell gives it away," he said. Mailee shot Soveliss a look, but the naga's eyes remained upon Dean---narrowed, but his lips strangely clinched.
But Dean wasn't done, and his attention shifted to Soveliss. His lips pulled back, revealing his gleaming white teeth. "Neither hiding in such a small form can hide what you truly are, Lord Soveliss. Have you even told that women yet who you truly are?" Soveliss slither forward slightly closer to the man on her shoulder hissing.
"'Ughliq famak allieayn , 'aw sa'adrib 'asnanak fi hulqik wa'aghlaqaha min 'ajlik.(Shut your damn mouth, or I'll punch your teeth down your throat and shut it for you.)" Dean let out a sharp laugh, which the cook echoed. The cook circled behind them, and Mailee straightened, wondering if they'd actually pick a fight here in broad daylight.
"Alkthyr min alnabah min kalib almar'ati.(Lots of barking from being the woman's lapdog.)" Dean smirked now. "lkn hal ladayk 'ayu 'anyab? (But do you have any fangs?)"
"Speak the common tongue. I don't feel like speaking Ilwa all day. And Soveliss can tell me everything when he is ready. I will not push him as he hasn't pushed me for everything." Soveliss felt Mailee's gently hand on his scaly head, but he only relaxed slightly as Dean took another step towards them, close enough for him to touch them.
"You'll find out when my fangs are buried in your neck," the naga venumously stated feeling that Dean was too close to his mate.
"Why not right now?" Dean breathed. "Come on--attack me. Kill me with all that rage you feel every time you are forced to remember that you were trapped down below, or when you are reminded of the fact that you can't have what you want. Kill me, Thueban almalik sawafilays. (Serpent King Soveliss.)" He taunted the naga. "Let's see what you will do when I eat that little woman of yours."
Mailee felt Soveliss' heart leap into a gallop. She knew he feared for her safety. She knew he would tell her everything soon, but right now they need to focus on Dean and the cook. The cook still watched from behind them.
"Do you think you're the only ones who tried to stop us? Just because this woman freed you doesn't mean she nor you can win against us. She is weak with those bindings on." Mailee clenched her free hand.
"Two blows, and he'd be on the ground," Mailee struggled to breath. "Another blow after that, and that cook would be beside him. Stupid bindings." There was nothing more that she hated than being called weak. Mailee's hand trembled. "If I hit him...If I started the brawl right now then we will loose the time we need for the potion to wear off." So Mailee smiled and rolled her shoulders as she said brightly: "Kıçına sok Dean. Eminim aşçı size yardımcı olacaktır. (Shove it up your ass, Dean. I'm sure the cook will help you.)"
"Sam," Dean commanded in the common tongue, laughing with amusement. "I believe it lunch time, my friend." Suddenly there was the dry sliding of leaves on the ground, the scraping of something sharp against stones, a throaty growl and something wrapped around her so fast and so tight that she thought she was about to die in an instant.
Immediately, the cook was rushing off-with her-at such a speed that everything blurred. She was being taken deeper into the forest, under the trees with branches like claws and where shadows were waiting to swallow her. She couldn't even scream for Soveliss; she had no breath left in her lungs, and the pressure wrapped around her was threatening her even if she did.
Gasping, feeling faint, she tried to turn her head and set one eye back the way she'd come...but the exhaustion overcame her like an eagle upon a hare and the light was snuffed from those eyes a moments later after she heard Soveliss scream out her name desperately.
"ALBARID!(MAILEE!)"
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The Mirror Guardian
Random((Book One of The Guardian Series.)) She was the Flame of Light craving peace... They say she is powerful. They say she is the Flame of Life. They say she instill fear into the hearts of many. It is even said that the Devil himself is afraid of her...
