Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 37

My heart sinks. No no no no. This is not happening. This is NOT happening! Okay, calm down, Kas.

 

Meditate. Find him through our connection. You're a Goddess, damn it.

 

“Alright, if | have to be on lockdown, can it be in the meditation room, please?" | ask Lady Camille.

 

“Of course, Luna lokaste. Please be careful in your search. Sister Delilah, please accompany your Luna. Should she need anything, you are to assist in any way you can," Lady Camille says in a comforting manner.

 

“Thank you, Lady Camille,” | sigh with my hands over my heart.

 

Marco gently takes me by the elbow and leads me to the meditation room with James and Delilah right behind us. Marco and James have never really needed to protect me from a threat. It was shocking to see how their demeanor changed from being watchful to being protective.

 

There's no windows or other doors in the meditation room. It is dimly lit with mats and cushions placed on the floor. There is a hint of music playing in the background. One way in, one way out. The perfect location to be protected by my guards. They make sure no one else is in the room, James kisses Delilah deeply, then they step out, and close the door behind us.

 

"Okay, Delilah, I'm going to try to find my mate through our connection. Please pray to Goddess Hecate to keep me safe," I look into her deep blue eyes as we join hands.

 

"Okay. I'm right here if you need me, Luna lokaste," she looks at me with compassion and worry. | can't help but chuckle.

 

“Delilah, if you're coming to live with us, please, call me Kas or Luna Kas if you insist on using my title," | plead with her with as much of a smile as | can muster.

 

She smiles shyly and nods.

 

| sit on the soft mat on the floor, close my eyes, and let my spirit extend out into the universe.

 

Bronx's POV

 

| wake up in a dark, musty room. The air is stale, hot, and humid. My head is pounding. | try to shake out the feeling and look around me. The edges of my vision are a bit blurry but | can still see.

 

first, | need to orient myself and assess my

 

of the dungeon cell, hanging by silver shackles. My shoes are missing and my toes are barely touching the damp ground. My body weight is putting pressure

 

there?

 

Alright, so the rag to the face was full of wolfsbane. | don't taste any in my mouth, so | didn't ingest

 

to get outta here. Let me know when you are ready, cause when | get out, we're gonna

 

he groans weakly. | know he

 

jet? |t had to be that substitute pilot.

 

matter is, where the Hell am I? | don't see anything distinctive to help identify where | could be. Great. Nothing smells familiar. Great. | don't hear any noises outside, so I'm somewhere remote. Great. There's one small window with bars. No way | could fit through it

 

is? If | can get enough leverage from my

The skin on my wrists is blistering from the pressure against the silver. The hook is deep in

 

down the hall. | also hear a soft dragging, scraping sound. The smell of whiskey, wolfsbane, and rogue wolf hit my nose. Connors comes into view. His clothes are torn and disheveled. He's holding an empty liquor bottle in one hand and a whip in the other. The whip looks like a cat of nine tails with tiny rows of

 

well well, lookie what the rogue caught himself," he

 

he

 

my slave?" he snarls. His eyes are feral behind his intoxication.

 

his face. | have to keep him talking. If he's talking, he's distracted. If he's distracted, | have a better chance of making it out of

 

are not in a position to say no. You will tell me," he snarls again. “And why would | do that?" | growl back at

 

He unzips his pants and pees on my legs. Gross. | feel Saint starting to stir. He won't stand for this kind

what happens if you don't,” he laughs as he sways and zips

 

I'm the only one who

 

cold, drunk eyes

 

name?" | egg

 

my slave back," he takes a couple of

 

meant to be your slave. You and Connors took an innocent girl and abused the shit out of her,” | snarl back. Neither Saint nor | are afraid of

 

me where she is, then you get a taste of what she experiences when she disobeys me," he roars and spins me so my back faces him. | feel movement above me as the eye hook wiggles looser. He

 

yell out.

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