Beneath the Shatter by T. A. Reilly

Author:T. A. Reilly [Reilly, T. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

A key turning in the rusty lock that kept me trapped in this hell stirred me from a fevered dream. My mind struggled to separate reality from my dreams as a guard entered the cell. He grabbed my arm and harshly pulled me up. My limbs were unable to support my weight as we moved through the metal doorway. My mind drifted to my sister, praying she was safe and out of harm’s way. I wondered what had happened to Sébastien and Dravyn as I entered a new building, my mind unable to process where I was being hauled to. The moment my arms were released, I sank like a weight to the floor, my surroundings a blur as I struggled to hold myself up.

The boots in my line of vision prompted me to tilt my head, and a sigh heaved from within me as I recognized the familiar blond hair of my nightmare reincarnated, Eldritch. He squatted down beside me, his calloused, bloodstained hand reaching out, forcing my gaze up to meet his gaze. “Perhaps our feisty little she-wolf would like to try this again?” he spat as he watched me struggle for each breath.

Fever chills coursed through my body as he looked at me. His left hand opened in front of me, a red item falling from its grasps, before swinging in the air in front of me. A feeble gasp slipped out as I recognized the item in his hand. It would seem that the Nordak had indeed found my pendant. “How do you harness the power from the pendant, hmmm?” he prompted, his fingers tightening around my neck, crushing my windpipe.

“The necklace,” I forced out, my voice rasping from a lack of water and oxygen as I attempted to answer. “I have to be wearing the necklace in order for it to work.” I had no idea if that was remotely true. But after what King Adrastan had told me about me being able to use the magic in the necklace, I hoped that if I had it, I could heal the wound on my arm, otherwise I would die soon. This fever was rapidly dragging me under. And if I healed myself, I would better my chances of escaping this hellhole.

“You don’t truly believe we would let you have the necklace, do you?” Eldritch mocked as he stood up, pacing the floor in front of me. His boots thudded in time on the wooden floor. A harrowing tune, counting the moments until I faced death's doorstep.

“If you want to access the powers tied within that pendant. Then yes. I will have to wear the necklace,” I sarcastically forced out.

His hand shot out, his grip tightening around my neck, bound to leave nasty bruises should I ever make it out. The circulation to my brain was abruptly cut off. I gasped for air like a floundering fish, his fingers crushing my throat, holding me off the floor by my throat alone. “Do not take that tone with me, girl.

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