Chapter Fourteen
Abigail
“Ilove you,” Adriel murmurs, running his hands down my body as he drives into me.
“Adriel,” I gasp, my head falling back against Damrion’s shoulder.
“Let go,” Damrion croons in my ear, his hand slipping between my legs. “Let us love you, ást-meer.”
I sob, writhing between them, caught in ecstasy. I reach for Adriel, but my hand goes through him. His face contorts, his body turning to smoke. I cry out, pressing back against Damrion, but he vanishes too.
The room around me flickers, going dark.
The world spins.
Icy tendrils of fear creep up my spine as I find myself back in the cavern, chains around my wrist. The cold, unforgiving slab beneath my back. The Forsaken looms over me, a twisted smile on his face, malevolence in his eyes.
“Did you really think they came for you?” he asks.
No. Gods no.
It wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t.
Another whip bites into my flesh, searing me with agony. And then another. I scream in torment, in rage. In grief.
I was with them. I know I was. They came for me, rescued me. They held me in their arms and made love to me. They told me that they love them.
Desperation claws at me as another whip of his evil magic sends torment screaming through my veins.
I was with them. I was.
He lashes out again.
They came for me.
Again.
They came.
Again.
They...
Again.
They didn’t, did they?
Confusion swirls in my mind, the truth obscured by pain. Lost to it.
I scream...and I break.
“Stop!” I beg. “I’ll tell you. Just stop. Stop!”
Triumph gleams in his eyes.
Horror fills mine as I feel the bond between me, Adriel, and Damrion stretch thin...and then shatter. An anguished scream rips from my throat as they’re wrenched out of my soul.
I jerk awake with a choked cry, sucking air into my starving lungs, my cheeks wet with tears. My heart races, still caught in the throes of the nightmare. I reach for Damrion and Adriel, only to find cool sheets.
“Adriel? Damrion?” My voice shakes on their names. I sit upright, looking around. Sunlight pours in through the windows, but they aren’t in the room with me.
Where are they?
I throw the furs and sheets off, practically diving to my feet. I stumble toward the clothes I left littered across the floor, pulling them on with shaking hands, desperate to find my mates. I need their arms around me.
I fling open the door and race out into the hall, rushing down the stairs. “Adriel? Damrion?”
Rissa and Tori glance up from the table where they're seated, their heads together as they whisper back and forth.
“Abigail? Are you okay?” Rissa asks, her voice soft and worried.
"Where are Adriel and Damrion?" I ask instead of answering, trying to keep the panic from bleeding into my voice.
I don’t think I succeed because they exchange a worried glance.
“They’re out scouting with the others,” Tori replies. “They didn’t want to leave you, but you’ve been asleep for a long time.”
“H-how long?”
