The Chronicles of Fire and Ice by L.L. Hunter

Author:L.L. Hunter [Hunter, L.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Xlibris
Published: 2013-03-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Debt

Ariel smiled cunningly.

“Scarlett, do you even know what a blood debt is?” asked Dyston, still struggling in Ariel’s grasp. She let him go and he ran to Scarlett’s side.

“I read about it in a textbook,” Scarlett admitted.

“But that’s in the Fourth Year textbook.”

“I know.” She held his gaze.

“As much as I hate to break up your lover’s reunion, we have formalities to get through,” Ariel interrupted.

“Please don’t do this,” Dyston pled.

“It’s my choice Dyston, and I choose to free you,” she told him, before stepping away, “lets do this.”

“Very well.” Ariel led her back into the foyer and over to the elevator. Dyston followed close behind like a lovesick puppy.

Once they stepped into the elevator, Scarlett asked the one question that had been eating at her.

“So what will happen after the ceremony? Can we leave?” The Ceremony of the Blood Debt rarely happened anymore, but it was essentially, a deal in blood that an Archangel made, as a sacrifice, or a swap for another angel. And since Scarlett was the only surviving one with Archangel blood, the deal was now valid.

“Once you sign your blood over to me, you will be forever indebted to the realm and I,” explained Ariel.

“But that doesn’t mean you have control over her, does it?” asked Dyston

“No, it just means that I can call on her at any time.” Scarlett could tell that Ariel was hesitant to admit that she was of lower rank. She looked over at Dyston who was silently leaning against the wall of the elevator, watching her. She moved towards him.

“You don’t have to do this you know,” he told her, taking her hands.

“I want to,” said Scarlett, pulling them free. Dyston wanted to ask what was wrong, but the elevator doors opened, and Scarlett realised they were in one of the castle’s turrets, It’s walls depicting the materials the Chambers were made of. A dark brown natural stone, that appeared to be slimy or wet; brimstone, Scarlett thought. It was ironic, in a land full of angels.

“Wait here.” Ariel told them, before stepping out. Scarlett was now alone with him and her guilt.

“Scar . . .” As soon as they were alone, Dyston eliminated the space between them in a heartbeat. He ran his fingers over her cheek, but Scarlett turned away and walked to the window. She didn’t want to look at him, let alone have him touch her. She felt she wasn’t worthy. Down below, she noticed the menacing grey waves crashing against the sharp rocks. She wanted to be in those waves right now, having them toss her about, and throwing her onto the rocks like a form of torture, anything to get away from what she had done. She felt his warm breath on her neck. She wanted very much to throw her arms around him and make herself one with him. But she couldn’t. And she probably never would.

“Scarlett,” he whispered in her head, “why wont you look at me?”

“I can’t,” she finally said.

“Why not? Look, if it’s about the debt, yeah I’m mad, but I can live with it.

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