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 :)


51. Act 50

Constructing a battle plan took longer than I had expected. With no windows in the room it was impossible to tell how fast time was passing. Perhaps that was the point of the room being built windowless. Finally, we ended the meeting after what seemed like a lifetime. Everyone left that room with weariness etched into the lines on their faces.

I thought of the bed in the holding room that Caiden and I had been put in before and suddenly longed for it. But the hope of resting my head of the comfy pillow was brushed away when I felt Logan’s hand catch my arm.

I looked back at him, wondering why he had stopped me from leaving. He waited until everyone had left, including Caiden who finally went after I assured him it was alright, before he spoke.

“It’s dangerous out there,” he told me, as if I didn’t know. I nodded and shrugged my arm out of his grip. He took the hint and didn’t move any closer to me. Mentally, I kept trying harder and harder to push down the desire to jump into his arms and feel the comfort of him around me. I had to stay focused on the task at hand instead.

            “When you’re out there, you know I wont be there to protect you. I have to stay here,” the dismay in his voice almost made me lose my resolve but I stayed strong.

            “I understand Logan,” I told him. “I’ll be fine out there. Caiden will be with me, and I do know how to fight with a weapon. Besides, I doubt that we will be spotted out there if it’s just the two of us.” I had hoped that my words would bring him some sort of comfort, but his gloomy expression stayed the same. Silence stretched between us as we both looked away from each other, not wanting to talk about what really needed to be said. Finally his eyes found their way back to my face and I stared back.

            “Don’t go.” It wasn’t an order, nor a question. It was an invitation. “Stay here, Caiden knows the way, and they will believe him. You don’t have to go.”

            A bittersweet smile spread across my lips as I looked at him. Desperateness didn’t suite him.

            “I need to do this for my people,” I told him in a soft tone. He shook his head and in an instant I found myself back in his arms. Although I knew I should, I didn’t pull away. My body stayed, melded to his, completing each other like lost souls. His scent surrounded me and I basked in the warmth of his body heat.

            We stayed like that for a while, until finally we both stepped away. His arms dropped from around me and the longing between us intensified even more. I stared at his face, trying to memorize every plane and line on it. When I finally got to his eyes I noted their gaze. They were glued to my pendant.

            “I’m not sure what exactly it is as of yet, but I feel as if I know it,” he murmured almost as if to himself. His gaze flicked up to mine, catching me by surprise. “Do you still have that pocket knife that Tregor gave you?”

            I nodded and slipped my hand into my trousers. I fished it out of my pocket and put it in his upturned palm. He flicked open the blade and ran the glistening edge over his thumb. Dark ruby droplets appeared from the cut instantly and began running down his thumb. My body was stilled by confusion and didn’t allow me to move as he reached his bloody thumb towards me. Slowly, he stroked the front of my pendant with his thumb, leaving a bloody smear on its smooth surface.

            “What are you doing?” My voice was almost outraged at the fact that he had just ruined the stone. My personal attachment to the piece of jewelry surprised me but I didn’t take much note of it. Instead, my mind was distracted by the reaction of the stone. The blood seemed to glow on its surface.

My eyes widened as the smear disappeared, as if absorbed by the stone. My gaze transferred to Logan’s face once my mind registered that there was nothing left to watch on the stone. He offered me nothing but a mysterious smile before his arm snaked around my waist and connected our lips together.

“No matter where you are, I will always find you,” his lips promised against mine. Then, as quickly as it had started the kiss ended. I watched Logan’s back as he left me, wishing with all my might that he would turn back and continue that kiss.

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