Chapter 16: Wise Warnings

I woke up in the morning, feeling my head ache and spin. For a moment there, briefly I thought today was going to be a good day but then I remembered last night. My fingers raised to my lips as I remembered the kiss, remembered the way Logan’s lips felt on mine and the way they tasted, but then my face dropped and I had a sick feeling in my stomach as I remembered those words that will haunt me for the rest of my days; Sentenced to death.

I felt my eyes water and my chest tighten. I have to do something, I had crossed my fingers when I promised him I wouldn’t and for good reason, I wasn’t going to just sit back and let him die, I wanted to save, I would save him. But how? How was I going to get him out of there? I could do it via the law, and give them my testimony as I was his alibi or I could go the more criminal path – that is, break him out of the jail cell but how I was going to do that, I had no idea. Either way, just or in just I had no idea how I was going to do anything.

Swinging my feet over the edge of the bed I numbly made my way over to the wardrobe staked with the numerous gowns that Peter had bought me. I blindly pulled out the deep blue dress that looked light and would be the essayist to put on. It was a deep midnight blue with white lace timings and an inbuilt corset to make my waist look even slimmer and the long sleeves fell off my shoulders, sliding into the dress I let my hair fall down my back in tangles as it started to curl with the lack of attention. I took a deep breath and decided I was going to just hide out in the room until I figure my thoughts out, or at least come up with a plan – although I wasn’t sure how productive it would be to Logan’s cause.

Maybe if I… Nope, that won’t work. How about…. No that will probably get me killed as well. What if I break him out? Yes that could work, he could go wherever it is that Marco ran too to save himself from the executioner… but how would I do that? Naturally I thought about getting my hands on some explosives so that I could blow out the wall but I realized the lack of instruments in that particular plan. Maybe if I get help? Yeah, help that’s what I need. But who the hell could help me, or more importantly who would help me.

The loud knock at my door made me jump and squeal in surprise. My hands flew over my mouth at the girly scream that had already escaped my lips and I quickly rolled my eyes at my stupidness. Pushing myself off of the cushioned love seat at the foot on my bed I wondered over to the door and went to open it but my hand killed its motion as it hovered on the cool metal of the door handle. What if the person behind this door knew something? Maybe they were here to kill me? Wait why would they kill me, I haven’t done anything except kiss a convicted criminal, break into the dungeons – twice – and plan a prison break.

Shaking my head clear of my thoughts I opened the door slightly and peeked around the corner until I saw a tall lanky frame of pale skin and bright purple eyes shining down at me. A smile crept its way onto my face as I opened the door wider for Kyle to come in but he didn’t.

“What are you doing here?” I smiled as I took in his outfit, he was wearing black leather that was almost like a second skin but the material looked oddly flexible, the long pants and sleeves covered most o his skin and even had a hoddie that was hanging back and a utility belt hanging loosely on his waist with a long thin sword against his thigh.

“I came to see how you were settling in of course and I figured after what happened with Logan last night you may need a friend.” He smiled at me. How does he know I know? Maybe I should act dumb.

“What happened?” I said faking a confused face even though I was pained inside. I wanted to trust Kyle and honestly I did and by the looks of things so did Logan.

His face dropped almost instantly. “They didn’t tell you?”

Oh good that wasn’t a test. “Tell me what?”

“Marco escaped last night and Logan helped him, he will face the executioner in two days – well a day and half now.” He looked genuinely saddened by the news and I could see the water building in his eyes. “Did you want to go for a walk perhaps?” he offered me.

I smiled sadly and nodded before putting my hand in the crook of his arm and letting him lead me off down the hallway. “Oh but I am not walking in those damn gardens one more time or I think I may attack some of the plants.” I smiled trying to lighten the mood as we descended the staircase.

Kyle smiled and nodded in understanding and led me off towards the front of the castle. As we headed out the doors movement caught my eye and my head turned to see two women with large marks on their faces, covering most of their right cheek and nose – that I knew to be warlocks – scrubbing the floor where some of Logan’s blood had marked the floors last night. My lips parted as the tightening in chest felt like I was being crushed under the weight of a house. Kyle continued to pull me out of the castle door, oblivious to my lake of attention but as we walked out the large doors being held open by two guards on either side I turned my head slowly back to face the front when my gaze locked with Peter’s, his eyes bore into me with a cold and heartless stare that made me shiver and recoil and my inner child run and cry somewhere in a corner. It was a look I would soon never forget.

Kyle took me through the town and made simple small talk with questions such as “How are you enjoying the food” and “What have you been doing” but I noticed he kept away from any subject that led to King Peter or Logan – or anyone else but me for that matter. His questions were direct and when I did want to expand the topic of conversation he skillfully redirected – the guy could be a great lawyer.

By the time we reached the large cobble stone bridge towards the edge of the town that led more towards the farms and lower class I had had enough. “Kyle. Stop please.”

“What? Is something a matter?” He sounded concerned as his gaze travel the length of my body looking for some sort of illness or something.

“I can’t just let Logan die.” I quickly blurted out hoping to get straight to the point and get it off of my chest. I closed my eyes as the words floated out of their own accord and took a brief relief in the weight that lifted off my chest. Kyle’s hand quickly clamped over my mouth and my eyes flew open to find him looking at me with panicked eyes.

My eyes widened as he dragged me over to the near by trees with such haist my feet no longer touched the floor. Pulling my over to a rock he sat me down and stepped away, looking around like a mad person. “Are you mentally ill Britney? You cant just say that out loud in front of people.” He scolded me and I instantly flinched.

“There was no one around when I said it and I didn’t even say it loud.”

“You never know who is around at what times, if you want to survive in tact you better learn that lesson quickly.”

“Consider it learnt. But what are we going to do?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? We cant just let him die, you’re his friend.”

“And as his friend I shall honor his memory.”

I stood up shocked. My face hardened in disgust as I looked at Kyle. “I don’t know what friendship means to you but in my world when your friend is in trouble you help them and I know Logan would walk through hell and back to save you but if you can’t find it in you to save him then you, sir, are a coward.” I said feeling tears spring in my eyes before I started off, shouldering Kyle as I walked past but his quick reflexes had him grabbing onto my wrist and pulling me closer.

“I will help him the best I can but you underestimate me Britney. I am an elf and I don’t have any power here.”

“Marco can help him.” I quickly said, coming to the realization that the only person who could save Logan was his brother and I doubt if Marco knew his brother was to take his place on the block that he wouldn’t let him that he would save him.

“What?” Kyle seemed almost taken aback by my statement. I was starting to think it was a good idea.

“Marco got out on his own.” I figured I’d take things slow, just in case the elves take longer to process the art of a jail break.

“Yes?”

“If he can get out then he can get then so can Logan.”

“I suppose but no one knows how he got out, the cell was locked and he was just gone. Someone must have let him out.”

“Marco knows. Marco can get him out.” Kyle's face came to a bright realization as he caught on to what I was proposing. In theory it would be a good plan, we would all let the convicted criminal save the other convicted criminal.

“We don’t even know where he is.” Kyle tried to push me away from the Marco idea.

“Really? I’m from the human world and I still know where the guy would be hiding out.” Or rather sitting on his throne singing untouchable.

“I’ll get a message to him.” Kyle said once again pushing me away from having any involvement.

“No. I want to go, myself.” I said more forcefully. Letting him know that I meant business and I wasn’t going to just sit on the side lines. I wanted to be useful, I wanted to help someone for a change and not sit there like a helpless little girl.

“No.” Kyle tried to narrow his eyes and give me a grilling look but it didn’t suit him, it did however look good on me.

“Yes.”

“I’m not backing down on this Britney.” He crossed his arms over his chest defensively.

I smirked at him knowingly. Are you sure about that buddy?

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