Many Years Ago (Part 5)GILDEONHe idly scratched his head with the point of his shortsword. “What’s a girl like you doing on a ship like this?”Her blue eyes glowed with fury as she tightened her grip on the dagger and sprang to her feet. He immediately shoved her head down before she could rise, his strength overwhelming her.“Hey, your brother used his last bit of strength to keep me from your crate,” he said in a low voice. “So stay there until I figure out what to do with you.”The girl pushed to her feet again with an angry cry, raising the dagger with both hands and aiming it at him. He grunted, catching her wrists. Swiftly setting his sword on a nearby barrel, he snatched the dagger and thrust her head down once more, forcing her back inside the crate.She squealed, clawing at his arm.“You're as stubborn as your brother, I’ll give you that,” he remarked, inspecting the dagger. The hilt, white and shaped like a griffin, reminded him of the ship's figurehead.“If you hurt my br
Many Years Ago (Part 6)GILDEONThe outpost harbor came alive as soon as they anchored. The crunch of boots on thick snow echoed through the crisp air, mingling with the crackling flames from the fire pits scattered around the camp.Gildeon sat on the gunwale, one leg propped up on the rail, waiting for the right chance. He’d left Ghulik in the hold to stand guard, making sure no salamander would discover the sylph girl. Sneaking her out wouldn’t be easy, especially when every man on land was eyeing this ship like a fucking naked lady.The captive sylphs had their blindfolds removed, but they remained bound and gagged. One by one, they were dragged out of the ship. There was no fear on their faces, just grim resignation.A bleak smile curled his lips. Wasn't it the same for everyone? Getting caught by the enemy was a death sentence. Survival was impossible. But for one of them, maybe he might be able to help.The girl’s brother had regained consciousness not long ago. As he walked by,
Many Years Ago (Part 7)GILDEONHis thoughts drifted for a moment, and he paused from tending his sword when he noticed the silence. He turned to the table.The girl was gone.“Fuck,” he muttered. The tent flap fluttered in the wind, swinging open and closed, revealing glimpses of the dark sea in the distance.Tossing the sword onto the bed, he rushed out and scanned the area. He darted into the bushes, finding Ghulik dozing on a tree log. With a swift kick, the goblin jolted awake, snarling, his scrawny arms flailing, claws ready to strike.“Where’s the girl?”Ghulik’s face scrunched up in confusion. “What girl, Master?”Gildeon glared at him.“Ah!” Ghulik stumbled off the log, falling onto his grey arse. “Ghulik thought the Sylph Girl was with Master.”“Smell her.”The goblin’s sharp-nailed fingers tapped together nervously. “Forgive Ghulik, Master,” he said, grimacing. “Ghulik does not know the Sylph Girl’s scent yet because of the sigil on her crate.”Gildeon raked his fingers thr
PresentGILDEONHe blinked away the sweat dripping into his eyes. Hot breaths burst from his mouth. His mind was a storm. What had just happened? He’d relived every damn second of his past, and now thick fog surrounded him again. He turned, squinting at the car headlights bearing down on him, engine still running, driver’s door hanging open.How was he standing in the middle of the road when he’d just been driving a minute ago?The world reeled. His head throbbed. His heart pounded like a drum. More thoughts of the past flooded back. Images of the rooms where Siegfrid and Irmeena were held for weeks. He remembered every fucking detail behind those closed doors—the beatings, the screams, the tearing flesh, the cracking bones, the stench of blood and fear.And the desperate urge to end it all himself right then and there.He shut his eyes as the sylph girl's pained voice echoed in his head. “You lied to me!” Her cries, the hatred in her blue eyes, her small body shaking in grief and ang
ARAHShe woke up late in the morning. Last night, she had waited hours for Gildeon to come home, but he never did. The door to his room was slightly open. Peeking through, she saw his bed was untouched.A soft snore drifted from the living room. Was he sleeping over there?Combing a hand through her hair, she padded down the hallway and found Gildeon lying sideways on the couch, his hands tucked under his arms. Her mouth fell open, and her hand froze in her curls.Why didn’t he sleep in his room?His clothes were the same as yesterday, and his dark hair was disheveled. Even with the AC low and the heat outside, he looked cold. She approached quietly and leaned over, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead. No fever, thank goodness, but his breathing sounded tired. He also smelled musty and herby.“Where the hell have you been?” she whispered. Deep inside, she was still hurt from last night, from him leaving her alone just like that again. But seeing him like this, she was more w
ARAHShe craned, scanning the store for any sign of the cat. Nothing. “The black one who just—”“Hey, cute boy!” A husky, melodious voice cut through her words. The green-eyed guy leaned casually against the counter, a basket brimming with pet toys next to him. “How much for all of these?” His intense gaze locked onto hers, even though he was addressing Jeric.Jeric excused himself and moved behind the counter. The green-eyed guy turned away, but his unsettling smile lingered in her mind. Arah had met plenty of quirky people, but he was the first to creep her out.Shaking off the unease, she grabbed a basket and slipped in a bag of kibble, cans of dog food, and some new treats for Barky. When she returned to the counter, the green-eyed guy was already gone.She set her basket down.“You okay?” Jeric asked, ringing up her items. “Mrs. Garcia doesn't let her cats in the shop anymore after someone tried to steal one of her Bengals last week.”Arah grimaced. It was maddening how people co
GILDEONHe shoved his phone into his pocket, lips tight as he tried to remember who the fuck Jeric was. Arah had introduced him to several people, but he barely paid attention. Something about that guy’s voice had grated on him. He didn’t like Arah hanging out with just anyone, especially now, with threats everywhere.“Aw, man!” the witch beneath him cried out, his voice strained. “You already broke my other arm. Give this one a break, please!”Gildeon realized he was twisting the witch guy’s left arm harder than intended. He loosened his grip slightly but kept his shoe firmly pressed against the back of the guy’s neck. One wrong move, and it would crack under his heel.A wave of chatter and laughter drifted from the viewing deck around the gigantic Saint Nicholas Cross in the distance. More noise came from the stone steps below, blending into the afternoon wind as tourists snapped photos and videos.“You shouldn’t be beating me up here,” the witch said, blowing labored breaths throug
ARAHJeric offered to escort her home. He admitted to overhearing her conversation with Gildeon and catching the word “threat.” She tried to assure him everything was fine, but he insisted. Eventually, she agreed. Maybe it was a good thing. Whoever meant her harm might think twice when they saw her with a man.Not that she wouldn’t defend herself if someone came after her, but she would rather avoid another life-and-death situation. She preferred to run in the other direction than push herself to the limit again. Who in their right mind would want to be on the brink of death or cause someone else’s death anyway? Maybe someone without a conscience? Someone who’d already lost it? The memories of that tragic night still haunted her, but she was thankful that they were now rarer and more tolerable.Jeric asked Ella to cover his shift, and then they both went home—her on her scooter, him on his motorbike.Back at the house, she prepared some snacks. “Do you want juice? Coffee? Tea?” she as