Only a Breath Away by Diana Knightley

Author:Diana Knightley [Knightley, Diana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-05-13T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 66- KAITLYN

T hat thing happened again — we were jumping to one place and then we were grabbed, like from my middle and dragged in a different direction. It hurt like hell and my internal brain-screaming echoed in a different way. Instead of streaming out behind me it spread from the side — it was unexplainable but it was like screeching around a corner and then…

I was lying face down in the dirt. Stadium dirt, the sound of a galloping horse circling, Magnus’s voice from above me. “Kaitlyn, get up, get up Kaitlyn, I daena ken how we are here, I am fightin’ Domnall, ye must get up.”

I came to enough to see he was standing over me, protecting me. His shoulder bound with my haphazard wrap, blood all over him, a sword in his right hand, the tip down in the sand.

I looked up. The open sky was above us. I looked around, holy shit, we were in the stadium. Shifting faces all around us, a roar of cheering crowds.

He said, “Kaitlyn, run tae the door!”

I scrambled to my feet.

He was prowling around Domnall in the middle of the stadium.

To Domnall he said, “I demand ye give her passage tae the door!”

Domnall grunted, kept his face still, his expression unchanging, meaning literally nothing — was he going to chase me? I ran anyway, as fast as I could because I had had enough training, if my husband was facing off against an asshole and said, “Run!” I shouldn’t ask questions. Second guessing could get us both killed.

I did not want either of us dead.

But where the hell, when the hell, were we?

We were in the stadium, and it seemed like we hadn’t left from his battle before — it was still going on.

I heard the audience go wild. Keep running. I made it to the door, threw my shoulder against it, looked back to see Magnus swing his sword, one-handed, Domnall stumbled to the ground.

I fled through the weapons room and raced up the stairs — he should not be fighting, he was not ready to fight, he was injured, he had lost so much blood.

I heard the audience groan.

I made it to the second level, hearing a cheer erupt from the audience, and rushed into the royal box, taking a seat beside Lady Mairead.

“What is happening? I can’t believe we are in this again.”

Lady Mairead said, “We hae had yet another shift and we are back, watching Magnus battle Domnall as if twas never interrupted.”

“How did this happen?” Magnus was struggling to hold up his sword.

“Stop asking questions, Kaitlyn, I am trying tae keep Magnus alive through sheer will.”

There was a young man in the chair beside her, licking a wrapper from a peanut butter cup. He wore a kilt with a sword slung on his back, looking a little like Magnus when I first met him, though this guy was ginger, almost pink he was so ginger. His beard was sparse because he was young, unkempt because he was disgusting, and he had a robust smell.

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