The Beast Within

In a world where magic is outlawed and virtually extinct, Princess Fiamatta suddenly finds her world turned inside out by the traitorous word. From royalty, to fugitive, to leader of the rebels, Fia is forced to work with a handsome, arrogant magician she found locked away in a dungeon.

btw, this is my NaNoWriMo story so criticism is much appreciated! Thanks :)

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26. Act 25

Logan led me far enough away that I could only make out the figure of the grieving man. My eyes looked away, but were quickly caught by the dark stain in the center of my shirt. Ida’s blood had gone through her shirt and marked mine. The stain simply looked like a darker shade of red upon my burgundy shirt, as if almost put there on purpose.

My eyes stared at the spot until it left my view. Logan had tipped my chin up, forcing my face to look at him. His grey eyes seemed stormy as they studied me. He took a step closer to my body, and I stepped back. He did not advance, instead he stood, puzzled.

“Why didn’t you meet me?” I growled at him. When his face remained the same I gritted my teeth, “You were supposed to meet me in the ally, not Ida. It was you who should have been there!” His eyes narrowed, looking down at me. His arrogant look, as if he had nothing to do with this, outraged me. “It’s your fault she’s dead! If you had been there none of this would have happened!” I was screaming at him now. Instinctively, my body had slowly slid into an attack position.

“I understand you are grieving for your servant, but it was not my fault that she was killed.” His voice was cold and detached, utterly unfeeling. It set me off. I launched off the balls of my feet into the air, wanting to take him down.

“Septum reimpla.” His sharp tone cut through the air as his hand shot out in front of him towards me. Suddenly the world froze. No, it wasn’t the world, it was just me. My figure, still in mid air, was paralyzed. I could not breathe, or even blink. The only things I could do were watch and listen. Logan let out an exasperated sigh as he looked into my frozen eyes. “I wish you had not made me do that. Now will you listen to me?” he continued without waiting for a response. “I am not your enemy, nor am I the one who killed that girl. The fact of the matter is, she is gone and you will have to deal with that. Targeting your anger at me though, is not the way.” He left my field of vision and I heard a whisper but could not make out the words. Suddenly, my body was dropping and was swiftly caught by Logan’s strong arms. He set my feet on the ground as I gasped for air. His arms stayed circled around my waist, holding me to him. Slowly my body began to calm down as I stood, not embracing him back. He didn’t seem to care, on the contrary he just held me tighter.

Eventually I gave in and rested my head against his chest. My eyes fluttered shut and Ida filled my mind. This time, I did not try to ignore these thoughts, instead I focused on them and slowly let them leave me through my tears. I cried into Logan’s shirt until my eyes had nothing left to shed. Finally, I stepped back and looked up at him.

“Thank you,” I murmured. I had meant it full heartedly. In a rare moment of genuine care, a small smile touched his lips.

“You’re welcome,” he murmured back. For a moment, I thought I saw his head begin to lower towards mine, but I turned my head when I heard the approaching footsteps.

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