There's No Place Like Oz: A Dark Wizard of Oz Reverse Harem (Vicious Wonders Book 2) by Leann Belle

Author:Leann Belle [Belle, Leann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-05-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 27

The sound of a constant drip can be soothing. Like the ticking of a clock, it’s something you only truly notice in the moments of the most intense silence. It’s in that environment that something so simple becomes the most significant and prominent feature in the room.

As I laid on the cold stone floor of the Wicked Witch of the West’s dungeon, that constant drip felt like my only proof that I was still alive.

My body ached. The monsters had been rough, and they didn’t seem to care how viciously they brutalized me. I envied my companions who were so strong, physically and mentally, while I was on the floor clutching my sides, sobbing because I was too weak to bear it. Crowe could decapitate himself and keep fighting. Talos could blush and care for others despite having had his tongue cut out. And I was over here feeling sorry for myself because I was a little bruised and battered?

Weak.

So weak.

I’d come to depend on these guys to protect me, but what could I do to protect them? Crowe and Talos and Leon and Tobias had fought tooth and nail, while I’d folded like a dime store camp chair in a hurricane. I knew these missions would likely end in a fight, yet I’d not even bothered to prepare. Somewhere in my mind, I’d decided it wouldn’t be my problem. I’d just be the sweet, friendly glue that held the team together, while they did all the work.

Weak.

Weak.

Weak.

I remained on the floor, my cheek damp with a contrast of my warm tears and the cold rain water that dripped into my dungeon cell. I didn’t know what they’d done with Tobias. I didn’t know where they took Leon. I couldn’t say if Talos or Crowe had been captured. All I knew was that I could vaguely sense my mates from somewhere deep in my heart. They were still alive, but who knew for how long. It’s not like I’d be able to save them even if I had months before their executions.

I hugged my knees to my chest, and I fixated on that singular, consistent water drop that formed from some unsealed crack in the masonry. My only respite was that they hadn’t taken my silver shoes.

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