Preyuna scared the security guard out of the monitor room with just a look. She didn’t say a single word. She just looked at him with her eyes glowing white and he didn’t even try to argue. He bolted out of the room, no questions asked.
Her eyes returned to normal as she approached the wall of monitors. She noticed the dead Pinkerlee ones, but said nothing about it. She had no interest in triggering Mark Caten.
Last thing I want to hear about is his hatred for Ambrose Smith. It ranks all the way down there with listening to him bemoan his daughter’s death. It isn’t something I want to endure. Not now. Not ever.
She scanned over the different monitors, deliberately ignoring the private, intimate scenes she was being made privy to.
Mark Caten squeezed her shoulder. “It’s a wondrous sight, isn’t it? Of course, it would be even better if my Pinkerlee monitors weren’t utterly destroyed.”
“We are not here to talk about that.” Preyuna snapped. “Where is the outside monitor?”
“Right…” He stepped forward and tapped the screen in front of him. “…here.” A drop menu appeared. He tapped a couple of commands. The menu disappeared and the image rewound all the way back to just before Robin appeared. “All right!” He moved out of Preyuna’s way. “Remove every possible trace of Robin. From the moment he showed up to us paying him a visit in his prison cell. Remove our images as well. I do not want my guard to have anything to latch onto.” He smirked. “Let my guard and his garlicky wonton wrapper see nothing but empty space. Perfectly natural empty space. Do you think you can do that?”
“Of course I can! Just get away from me and DON’T touch me.”
“So demanding, my fluff-bomb cupcake.” But he moved out of her way.
Preyuna whispered into her hands and pushed her magic at the monitor just as Robin made his grand entrance.
The image froze for a moment. Then, it advanced slowly frame by frame, creating a whole chain of connected images. Robin got of the motorcycle and tick tick ticked his way to the mansion. A whole line-up of Robins trailed behind him, marking his journey from Point A to Point Z.
Preyuna made a quick hand gesture and the images poofed out of existence.
“Very good, my tea cup princess. Keep going. Get rid of everything that would make my guard realize that Robin is here.”
“I know that!”
He sat in the nearby chair and watched Preyuna work.
Preyuna danced around Isellta. He watched her every move, hopelessly entranced. She was so beautiful. Her moves — so graceful. So inviting.
He had no choice.
He had to dance with her. And so he did.
As Isellta copied her gestures and steps, he felt the rhythm of the dance. He could hear the music that she heard. He let it sweep him away. He became one with the music, one with the flow.
Her wings bumped against his wings. Her hands touched his hands, his wings, his body.
He followed her to the bed.
He followed her onto the bed.
If I do this, I’ll be safe. That human won’t be able to break my wings again. I don’t want him to break my wings again. I have to do this. I don’t have a choice. I don’t want him to break my wings again. I don’t want him to break my wings again. I don’t have a choice.
I don’t know what to do. How do I hrrash ka kae? What am I supposed to do? I don’t want my wings to be broken again. What am I supposed to do? I don’t know. I don’t know. But I don’t have a choice. I have to do this.
But I don’t know what to do!
Isellta startled awake.
I remember what happened next.
I remember how she hrrash ka kaed with me. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t do it, no matter how much she told me what to do. I just couldn’t.
Nothing has changed.
I’m as worthless as ever.
Isellta raised his head and rubbed his eyes. “Jay?”
“We’re gonna check the monitors to see for sure if Robin is here.”
Isellta quickly lowered his hands.
“Do you want to come with us? I’ll carry you.”
Jay smiled. “I thought you would.”