A couple of hooded red robed guards entered the control room.
Isellta regarded them with frank curiosity. Especially their black and red full face masks.
I wonder how I can steal one of those masks. Maybe if I asked, they would just give me one of their spares.
“Yes. Yes. There he is. Take him downstairs, lock him up, and throw away the key.”
“Sir. There is no key for the basement level.”
Mark Caten glared death spells at them. “Well. That is just stupid. No wonder we don’t use it any more. Fine. Just take him away and lock him up…somewhere.”
They marched over to Isellta.
He looked up at them. His mind racing fast. If I could still teleport, I would do it right now. I would teleport to wherever Robin is.
They grabbed his arms.
Isellta closed his eyes and tried to teleport.
I will find a way to get out of this.
Where is he? What was that room? Where was it?
He stopped in the middle of the hall.
It was a control room.
Would a place like this have two control rooms? Could they be that paranoid here?
Can’t think of a reason why they wouldn’t be.
He bared his fangs in an unpleasant smile.
I’ll find it. Even if I have to tear through the walls and the mortar.
I will find you.
Raven sat back.
She sat up.
“Missy. We have to get out of here.”
He winced. “But first we have to save Robin from his own foolishness. I have no idea how to go about this. I haven’t been following an escape plan, per se.”
She stared at him in solemn faced silence.
“It’s been a bad case of jumping off cliffs and hoping for a parachute to spontaneously appear on my back.”
She shook her head.
no escape. I must stay here and wait for orders.
His heart sank. That explains why she is not guarded. “No. You’re coming with me.”
I am XQ.
What am I supposed to do? If I force her to come while she’s in her current mindset, it would be akin to kidnapping. She wouldn’t stay with me.
She’d fear me.
“Do you remember me at all?”
Her expression went blank.
“XQ, do you remember me?”
She shook her head.
I hadn’t counted on this happening. What can I do? How can I make her remember?
I could force my memories into her mind, but she wouldn’t understand. She’d be afraid.
I tried to speak to her and that failed.
What more can I do?
What can I…
His mouth dropped open.
His ears turned red.
Raven removed his coat. He dusted off the street’s dirt and debris and checked for any damages. Satisfied with his inspections, he folded the coat in half and laid it smooth and flat on the bed.
She watched him – wary and uncertain.
He unbuttoned his suit coat and inspected it for frazzled stitches, dropped hems, missing buttons. Satisfied with his findings, he folded it in half and laid it on top of his coat.
He removed his tie and inspected it.
He unbuttoned his shirt.
What if this doesn’t work either?
What if she assumes that I wish to behave dishonorably?
He unbuttoned his cuffs.
He untucked his shirt.
He took his shirt off and laid it unchecked on the bed.
He looked at her.
Her gaze traveled down his torso.
He could almost feel it speed bump down his ribs.
Remember touching me.
Remember the feel of my skin. Its softness. Its heat.
The hardness of my bones.
The power inside my muscles.
Touch me again.
Let me feel your fingers on my chest again.
Otherwise, I don’t know what I will do.
Her gaze traveled from his belt buckle up to his chest.
It stopped at the mid-point.
Missy, remember me.
Please remember me.
Touch me and remember me.
She watched his chest rise and fall.
He’s breathing so fast.
Such pretty skin.
She reached for him.
Raven curled his fingers into the blanket.
He closed his eyes as her fingers came in for a landing.
Her fingers touched his bare skin.
His body shuddered under her touch.
She stroked his skin.
He leaned his head back.
This is familiar.
Such pretty skin.
She leaned forward and, without thinking about it, kissed the middle of his chest.