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Wrecked	By : Wildfaerie Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 6016 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Sen'krii had been fighting long enough to recognize the rogue technique right away. He could see the faint shimmer of Taylin's form as she melded into the shadows around her. Sen was both confused and worried. What had made her yell and what had upset her so badly that her body had instinctively vanished into the shadows to hide. "Taylin," he called softly while getting to his feet with his hands held palm out so he wouldn't seem threatening. He could barely make out her form as she stood and started backing away from him until her back met the wall. Looking like a cornered animal, Sen tried to go to her to comfort her. Suddenly, she steeped through the shadows and appeared behind him before racing through the door and into the dark jungle.
"Well go after her, mon," Kreeva urged him in Zandalari. "Why? She looked like she was scared to death of me," Sen replied in the same language. "Cause she needs someone she can trust and that can track her down out there," Kreeva responded. Concern was etched on her face as she looked out at the dark jungle. "What makes ya think she trusts me?" came Sen's retort with both hurt and worry permeating every word. "Cause we're all she's got out here and there's no way I'll be able to find her. Now move ya ass and go to her!" Kreeva all but hissed at him.
Sen went to say something else, but wisely shut his mouth at Kreeva's cold stare. Dropping his shoulders in defeat, Sen headed out into the jungle to locate a terrified rogue who didn't want to be found and who knew the jungle almost as well as he did. His first thoughts immediately went to the grotto, so with Tanga at his heels, Sen quickened his pace and headed straight there.
Taylin's head felt like it was going to split. At hearing that Night Elf's name, all her memories came flooding back. Instinct had taken over as her body had automatically stepped into the shadows. She just couldn't face either Sen or Kreeva until she had the chaos raging in her head sorted out. 'Why did it have to be him of all people!? Why was he the one Sen had chosen to talk about? And why did it have to be Sen that killed him?' Her mind raged at her. Though Sen hadn't finished his story, she knew exactly how that story ended. She had heard it firsthand from some of the Alliance who had refused to follow Mistrage against the weakened Horde, and just as Sen had said, the Horde hadn't fought them. Most had left, but a few had stayed to watch the outcome. Some openly rooting for the Alliance while very few had been secretly hoping the seasoned troll hunter would finally end the arrogant Night Elf.
Most under Captain Mistrage constantly wondered how someone so clueless, arrogant, and short-sighted could have made it to the rank of captain, let alone be given his own ship and crew to command. Those that did know, kept it to themselves both out of fear and shame.
Captain Leidan Mistrage had gotten his title and military standing from his family's name and wealth, not to mention from a few downright bribes and favors. Leidan may not know much in the ways of war or even the happenings throughout Azeroth, but he had a silver tongue and was cunning on political floors or shady back room deals. He seemed to instinctively know who to gravitate towards that would further his wealth or popularity. He also had a knack for discovering what a person desired most and used that to discreetly manipulate them for his personal gain. Many Night Elves in the aristocracy, military, or upper councils in Night Elf society knew of his depravity, but looked the other way because of who his parents were and because he had his hands in many influential people's pockets. Saying something against Leidan or the Mistrage family could have dire consequences. A few that had downright spoken out about Leidan's military ineptitude had suddenly gone missing. Everyone knew Leidan kept his hands mostly clean, but many within the Cenarian Enclave, specifically the hidden Rogue's Den, had been paid well by Leidan or one of his lackeys. This was how Taylin had met him.
It was roughly three years ago. Leidan had come to the Rogue's Den just as dawn was breaking in Darnassus. Most Night Elves were heading to bed and the few who had switched to a diurnal life style, knew to stay away from the tree and roots that hid the Rogue's Den, less their packs become much lighter. Taylin had been lounging at a table hidden in an alcove when Leidan had entered the Den's hall. She couldn't see him, but she overheard his conversation with Erion Shadewhisper.
Erion was one of the best rogues Darnassus had ever seen. Many fledgling rogues found themselves at Erion's feet for training. Erion was selective and even if he accepted you into the fold, he still would barely acknowledge your existence. The rogues he did train however became highly sought after in both Military affairs and the seedier underground. Outsiders only came to Erion when they wanted something, whether that be information or to have a neck broke, it didn't really matter to Erion as long as you had the coin to back it up. People may have thought the worst about Erion, but Taylin greatly respected the man. He was ruthless and cunning, but he had a strict set of rules and morals that he held not only himself to, but all those under him as well. Anyone found breaking those rules was promptly banished, and if the transgression was high enough, killed. Erion had no tolerance for fools or people willing to cross any line for a payday. Taylin cringed when she remembered him slitting a fellow rogue's throat when he had discovered the rogue had raped a young mother in front of her child then kidnapped the child to be sold on the black market after killing the mother. All for a few thousand gold some human and paid him because the woman had refused him and married someone else. No, Erion did not have patience for those who refused to follow his simple yet strict rules. They may be under handed rogues, but even they had some decency.
Perking her ears up, Taylin listened in on what this newcomer wanted from Erion. Secretly Taylin was hoping to get first dibs on a new assignment. She had just bought a new mount and her gold was currently a little low. The man suddenly lowered his voice when Erion asked what he wanted. Straining her ears, she about toppled out of her chair when Erion had called out her name. Gathering her composure, she headed over to where the two were speaking.
"Since you seem so interested in our conversation, you may as well join," Erion smirked as her cool facade cracked slightly at being caught. "Besides, you may be the perfect rogue for this particular job." "Oh, and what would that..." Taylin began to ask before the other elf interrupted. "Her?! She seems too young for an important job like this!" the other Night Elf said as he eyed her up and down. Taylin felt dirty with how his eyes robed over her body. Apparently, he liked what he saw because he spoke again, "On second thought, maybe I could hire you for just the night," he sneered. Before Taylin could sock him between the eyes, Erion stepped between them. "I'm sorry, but you've come to the wrong place for that. Now if you're still interested in hiring a rogue, we'll be glad to discuss prices and other details. If you continue to head down that previous path, I won't stop the young Taylin here. And trust me, her blades are deadlier then she is beautiful." Taylin held back the blush and just smirked at the man, her fingers trailing over her sheathed daggers at her hip.
"My apologies Master Shadewhisper," the man said while smoothing down the front of his tunic. "Erion, please. We aren't so formal down here," replied Erion. "Now let's all have a seat and discuss exactly what business you have here," Erion said gesturing to a table. Taylin wasn't really sure she wanted anything more to do with the sleezeball, but feeling her noticeably light coin purse, she took a seat at the table. "Now first of all, Master Mistrage allow me to introduce the beautiful yet deadly Taylin. Taylin, this is Master Mistrage," began Erion. With a nod Taylin leaned against the table to start discussing her new assignment.
Taylin had done numerous jobs over the next two years for Leidan ranging from murder to simple thieving, and even a few blackmail threats. He paid very well which was the only thing keeping her anywhere near the pompous brat. He had almost immediately tried getting into her pants at every opportunity. He made her feel downright sick. Every chance he got, he would slide his hands across her shoulders, tuck a lose hair behind her ear, grab for her hand, or any other of the numerous ways he would try to use to invade her personal space. He made her skin crawl so badly that she'd started using some of her friends to run messages between them. She didn't realize how bad of an idea that was until the end of that second year.
Taylin had always been very careful about revealing anything personal to Leidan, like her last name or where she lived. She normally did this with all her clients anyway so they couldn't use anything she did against her or her family, but in Leidan's case, she knew if he ever found out where she lived, he would never stop pursuing her. He was like a dog with a bone where she was concerned. She knew he would do whatever it took to get her in bed willingly so as not to incur either the Den's wrath or her own. He knew she had no problem turning her draggers on him if she needed to. Just another reason he hadn't forcibly taken her, as she learned he had done to other women. He hadn't gotten in trouble because the girls were typically too scared to say anything or he had paid off the right people to make the problem go away or to simply ignore the accusations all together. The poor girls ultimately paying the price every time with their shame, humiliation, and for one sad girl, their life. That had been the final straw for Taylin. She had played a part in that tragedy and it ate at her heart. She had taken quite a large sum of money to the girl's father and was told to tell him to, "Make it go away by any means necessary," by Leidan. She had found out later that week what that payment had been for.
Taylin had been out with her family when they had crossed paths with the man. He didn't recognize her as most didn't when she wasn't in her rogue's gear. Her parents had offered the man their condolences, and as he thanked them and walked away, she had asked her parents what had happened. It turned out his daughter had tried to accuse some noble of raping her, but her father hadn't believed her and denied her claims saying they were false and that she had probably happily slept with the man and simply regretted it later. "Such a shame," Taylin's mother had said. "The poor girl ended up taking her own life because her own father had turned his back on her," her mother continued. Taylin just about threw up right then. Leidan had used her to pay off the man to silence his rape of the man's daughter. She felt anger towards the man for turning his back on his daughter for money, but her real rage and disgust was at herself and at Leidan. That she had helped this happen just to line her pockets, it sickened her. Sure, she was a rogue and had killed for money, but they were people that knew where their seedy dealings could land them. Taylin refused to take the life of an innocent, she would steal from them yes, but material items were replaceable, lives were not.
She had immediately excused herself from her parents and sought out her childhood friend and fellow rogue, Cadren Leaffall. They had grown up together and had trained as rogues together. They helped each other with cover stories as well because they both hid their chosen class from their families. Taylin's and Cadren's families had no clue that they were rogues and spent many days hidden in the shadows of the Rogue's Den. Taylin found Cadren lounging on his usual branch up above the Darnassian bank. He loved to sit here and watch for marks that he could later pickpocket. Very rarely did anyone notice him for he almost always sat stealthed in the shadows. Taylin only saw him because she was actively looking for the slight shimmer in the air that gave away his presence.
Using her mastery over the shadows, Taylin seemed to step through space to appear on the branch next to him. "You know, just because you may be better at hiding yourself than I, doesn't mean I don't know you're there," Cadren whispered out without moving a muscle. Settling herself down next to him, Taylin replied just as quietly, "One day you're going to have to tell me how you always manage to know when I'm around." With an almost imperceptible shrug, Cadren answered, "Dunno. Just some sixth sense when it comes to you I guess. Or maybe you're just not as good as you think you are." Cadren gave Taylin a smirk as he glanced her way, "So what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" "I need to get away from Leidan. I can't be his rogue for hire anymore, no matter how much gold he offers," she replied, bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. "I know he's a creep, but it's not like you to turn down a well-paying client. What did he do that finally pushed you over the edge? And if you say you slept with him, I'll kill him, disown you as a friend, and then I'll figure out a way to revive him and kill him again," Cadren replied while fingering his dagger, a cross between a smirk and a grimace on his face.
Taylin couldn't help the small smile that crossed her lips. She had always known that Cadren loved her though he'd never came right out and said it. She had made it clear to him that she only loved him as a friend and would never as anything more. He just wasn't her type. But that didn't mean he wasn't still fiercely protective of her. Cadren had accepted that his love would never be returned and he was alright with that. It actually made his life easier ironically. He was able to focus whole heartedly on his missions without the worry of disappointing some woman or future child if he failed to return home. He had no distractions, save when Taylin needed him as she apparently did now.
"You know that last bribery payment I delivered for Leidan?" she asked and continued when he nodded. "Well it was to cover up one of his rapes. The poor girl was actually brave enough to stand up against him. The bribe was for her father to make the girl shut up. The father told his daughter that he didn't believe her and that she just regretted sleeping with some guy. The daughter took her own life when her father abandoned her," as Taylin finished, she rested her head on Cadren's shoulder. "Oh Taylin! That's... well awful, that's what it is," replied Cadren at a loss for words at both the whole situation and how badly Taylin must be feeling. For a rogue, Taylin always did have such a soft heart. He knew it sometimes pained her when she had to take a life which is why she always researched her targets to ensure they weren't innocents. He always admired her for her morals. His were certainly much looser, but certainly nowhere near as nonexistent as Leidan's.
"I can't possibly continue to work for that sleezeball after this. I doubt I could even be in the same room with him without wanting to slip a poisoned daggered between his ribs," Taylin hissed out. "The worst part is he still owes me for my last job," she ground out with venom. "Maybe I'll just kill him anyways," Cadren offered. "No. Erion wouldn't like you killing a well-paying client. No, if you would just go to Leidan in my place today, get my pay, and let him know I'm done. He can hire someone else but I'm done working for him," Taylin asked. "You know I will, but you also know both he and Erion aren't gonna be happy with you for walking away from their deal," Cadren said as he sat his hand lightly on her arm. "Eh, Erion can have my entire final payment, not just his cut if that's what it takes to be free of Leidan," she huffed. "I doubt Erion would ask for that. He respects you too much. He may be grumpy, but there are plenty of others that would gladly take the job. No, I'm sure he'll be more annoyed with Leidan who's going to bitch and moan and pout like the brat he is when he loses you. His precious eye candy gone. His little 'Dark Heart'." Cadren cooed the nickname to Taylin. Goddess how she hated that pet name that Leidan had taken to calling her. It made her shiver in disgust which Leidan had interpreted as pleasure when she had accidentally done it when she had thought his back had been turned. Leidan had doubled his use of the wretched name after that.
Taylin punched Cadren in the shoulder, "At least I'll never have to hear that awful pet name again," she said with a shudder. Rubbing his shoulder, "So when and where am I supposed to be meeting him?" "At high moon, just outside the main gate of Darnassus," Taylin answered. "Well that will be cutting it close for me. I'm supposed to meet my parents for lunch around then. Cover for me?" Cadren asked. "Of course. Where at?" Taylin followed up. "Near the action house. There's a new place that opened that Mother's been dying to try." His response seemed to excite Taylin, "You mean the one that boasts about offering all kinds of racial dishes, even some Horde ones?" Cadren knew he and his parents had just acquired another lunch partner, "Yes, and I'm sure Mother will be thrilled for you to join us," Cadren said with a chuckle. His mother truly did adore Taylin and had hoped she and Cadren would have bound themselves, but Cadren had assured her that he and Taylin would be nothing more than best friends. Though his mother understood, she still liked to not so subtlety push the two together. Taylin found it cute and occasionally embarrassing, while Cadren simply tolerated it.
"Thanks Cad, you're the best. See ya tomorrow at lunch," and with a quick hug to Cadren, Taylin stepped off the branch. Landing gracefully on her feet, she looked up to where Cadren still sad hidden, blew him a kiss, and took off for home. Cadren hid a sad smile as he watched her go, wishing he knew what it would be like to actually kiss her. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Cadren followed suit and silently dropped to the ground. After lightening a few coin purses, he too made his way home.
The next day as promised, Cadren met with Leidan in Taylin’s place. And as predicted, Leidan was furious. Cadren half expected him to start stomping his foot like a child throwing a tantrum at any moment. Instead he threw Taylin’s pay at Cadren and stormed off towards the Rogue’s Den. Cadren was momentarily worried, but knew Erion wouldn’t disrespect Taylin’s wishes. With a last glance at Leidan’s retreating form, Cadren hurried off to meet up with his family and Taylin.
Leidan was absolutely livid when he stormed into the Rogue’s Den and was demanding to see Erion. Erion inwardly sighed, already knowing what pissed Leidan off so badly. Cadren and Taylin had come by earlier to explain everything to him. Needless to say, he wasn’t pleased but he understood where Taylin was coming from and truth be told, he was secretly surprised she had lasted as long as she had working for the sleezeball. Shaking his head and mentally cursing Taylin for making have to deal with Leidan’s tantrum, Erion headed out to meet the irate client.
The second Leidan laid eyes on Erion, he started demanding to see Taylin. When Erion denied him, Leidan started threatening to have them all thrown in jail for defying him. Erion’s eyes went immediately cold and hard and in a deathly calm voice said, “I wouldn’t threaten those that hold not only your deepest secrets, but half the Alliance’s most famous as well. And lest you forget man of my men have carried out your dirty work. Do not think we would all turn a blind eye to your threats,” as he finished around fifty rogues seemed to materialize out of the shadows around both Leidan and Erion. Getting the point, Leidan cursed them all under his breath and stormed out of the Den. Smirking, Erion turned to his fellow rogues, “I never did like that pompous ass. He is no longer a client and I will no longer recognize any contract held with him. No rogue under this roof shall have any more dealing with him. Do I make myself clear?” A great many “ayes” went up around the room. “Good, now I could use a drink,” and with that a light cheer went through halls and Erion and a few of the Den’s rogues retired to a large table as a round of ale was brought to them. Trying to blend in, one rogue tried to slip out the door unnoticed, but Erion watched him out of the corner of his eye and just knew it spelled trouble.
Said rogue was actually a visiting human who had business in Darnassus and was killing time in the Rogue’s Den. He had known of Leidan and had heard he paid handsomely for services so he thought he had a golden opportunity for some quick cash. After all, he didn’t’ have to follow Erion’s rules since he wasn’t actually a member of the Rogue’s Den. Sylas rubbed his hands together and hurried after Leidan.
Leidan was still fuming when the shifty human approached him. “I’m in no mood to talk deals, leave me be,” Leidan snapped at the human and attempted to continue on his way. “Oh, but I think you’ll find you may need me since Erion just declared you persona non-grata among the Rogue’s Den and forbid anyone from accepting you as a client,” replied Sylas, stepping into Leidan’s path, causing him to halt. “He did what?!” Leidan roared fully intending to go back to the Rogue’s Den and bring the whole damn place crashing down around their ears, using ever bit of influence and every dime he had if he had to. No one just dismissed or refused him.
“I really wouldn’t try and take on an entire thieves’ guild if I were you. No matter how much or money you have, you won’t win. There’s a reason you hire them, they’re the best at what they do. So, it’s probably best if you don’t go kicking that hornet’s nest. I however am not affiliated with Erion’s dark crew and I Just so happen to be in the market for some work,” Sylas said trying to subtly calm Leidan down. His anger marginally subsiding, Leidan started to formulate a wicked plan to get what he wanted. “Well then I just may have a job for you after all…” “Sylas,” Sylas interjected holding out his hand. “Sylas,” Leidan repeated taking the offered hand in a firm business handshake.
Leidan had hired Sylas to spy on and follow Taylin to discover where she lived and who’s family she belonged to. It took Sylas almost a week to discover her home. He had to admit, she really was a skilled rogue and kept her secrets well hidden. Once Sylas had reported where her home was and her family’s name, Leidan knew he owned Taylin. He was thrilled to learn that her mother was Me’lynn, the master tailor in Darnassus and her father held a seat on the council. With such high standing within Darnassus, Taylin’s parents had a long way that they could fall.
The day after discovering where Taylin and her family lived, Leidan showed up in all his finery at their door. Her father answered and was very confused as to why such an important noble’s son would be knocking at his door unannounced. Jal’reth smiled and asked, “What can I do for you sir?” “Ah, Master Shadowsong, I have come to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage. To be my life long mate,” Leidan said with a large toothy smile and a slight bow. Confused and slightly taken aback, Jal’reth stuttered a response, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t even aware you had been courting my daughter.” “Well, being who I and my parents are, Taylin and I decided it best to keep it a secret until we were both sure it was what we wanted. She didn’t want to be the town’s gossip and I didn’t want to get my mother’s hopes up. You understand I’m sure?” Leidan replied, feigning sincerity.
“Father, who’s at the…” her voice caught in her throat when she saw Leidan standing in the doorway. “Taylin dear. You should have told your dear father you were being courted! But I completely understand the want for privacy. Oh, your mother will be so thrilled! If this is what you truly want, of course you both have my blessings,” her father said. He was still shocked, but was also genuinely happy for his little girl. Stammering, Taylin finally found her voice, “What are you talking about father?” “No need to be shy my Dark Heart, I told your father everything and have already asked for his blessing to claim you as my mate,” Leidan interrupted before her father could say anything. Her blood running cold, Taylin glared at Leidan before turning to her father, “Excuse me father, I need to have a word with him alone.” Her father simply nodded with a smile, still slightly confused at the suddenness of it all.
Taylin stepped outside and as soon as the door shut, she held a dagger to Leidan’s throat, “Start talking.” Dropping the pretense and fake smiles, Leidan stared directly at Taylin, “I told you I would make you mine. If you choose to refuse me again, I will have your mother stripped of her master tailoring titles and see to it that no one steps foot in her shop again. That your father be called a traitor and removed from the council and that you and he be shunned by the rest of our people. You took great care to hide your family so I know what they mean to you. You deny me and I will see your family destroyed.
Tears welled in her eyes as she slowly sheathed her dagger. Composing herself and straightening her spine, she released a quiet but not completely defeated, “Fine.” Grinning wickedly, Leidan patter her on the head, “That’s my good little Dark Heart.” Taylin bit her lip and opened the door. Before Leidan could say anything, Taylin called for her father, “I’m so happy you’ve agreed father, and we’ve just decided to with the tradition yearlong wedding ceremony.” Instantly anger flared red in Leidan’s eyes, but keeping up his appearance in front of her father, he grits his teeth and nodded. She really was a clever bitch, his Dark Heart.
A traditional yearlong ceremony meant they had to stay apart for one year to be sure they truly loved one another. It was supposed to strengthen the bonds of love or some such nonsense. Leidan was seething. He wouldn’t be allowed any contact with Taylin for the next year. Only his mother would be allowed from his family to start arrangements with her family for the celebrations. Thankfully his politics and dark dealings had taught him patience. Not to mention because of their long lives, Night Elves were generally patient creatures. He would bide his time until she was his by imagining all the dark and twisted things he would do to her at the end of this year. She would be his slave and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do. Let her have her last year of freedom. He would enjoy breaking and ruining her. And once he had his fill and she was nothing more than an empty shell after a few centuries he would have her killed. Accidents happened after all. And because of their long lives, it wasn’t uncommon for spouses to move on after the death of their loved ones. Yes, he would just find a new plaything, or several new playthings. So yes, let her have her year, in the end she would still be his.
Taylin took some solace in her small victory, but when she saw the evil delighted grin on Leidan’s face, her heart froze. She had a year to figure this out. One year to rid herself of Leidan Mistrage. She knew she couldn’t just kill him. He was to high profile and he always had bodyguards skulking around. No, she had to find another way. One bloody damn year was all she had then her life would be over.
After several months, Taylin had figured out that other way. It wasn’t going to be easy but it was all she could do. She refused to become that bastard’s play thing. She had Cadren help her set it all up. Her things were packed or put away. Letters were sent out that wouldn’t arrive until days after she was gone. He didn’t like it, but then again, the thought of possibly never seeing her again had broken Cadren’s heart, though he would never admit it to her. She had decided to fake her own death.
She would miss her friends and most of all her family dearly. But if it was the price for their continued happiness and her freedom, she’d gladly make the sacrifice. Besides, Azeroth was a large world. She could try and secretly meet up with Cadren again in a few years once things had cooled down. Leidan wouldn’t be able to do anything to her family if it truly appeared as though things had been taken out of her control and she had wound up dead. She was a rebel and she would find a happy life out in the world. She was sure of it. And who knows, a lot can happen in a few decades. Perhaps she would be able to eventually return.
So, when the war broke out in Northrend she saw the perfect opportunity to put her plan into action. She had convinced her mother that she wanted to help those that she could that returned wounded from the battle field. Her mother understood her desire to stand on her own before she settled down and agreed to make hundreds of linen and silk bandages to be shipped up to front lines in Northrend. Taylin went with them to see that the bandages arrived safely and got distributed to those in need. It was the perfect excuse to finally get out of Darnassus and away from her family and the annoying mother of that scumbag. Once in Northrend and after she saw to the safe delivery of the crates, she would chart a boat to return her home. While she was in Valiance Keep dropping off the crates, she had learned that Leidan had met his fate at the hands of the Horde. She had become ecstatic. She could go home. She could return to her normal life without having to play out this ridiculous farce. She quickly charted a boat to return home. What she hadn’t counted on, was said boat getting caught in a huge ocean storm, getting blown off course, then the ship actually going down and her getting lost at sea. It seemed fate decided to play a cruel prank on her and actually have her go through with her plan after all.
Taylin started rubbing her temples. She had made it to the grotto and was curled up on her favorite rock. ‘Goddess things had turned into a mess. Then again, I guess they technically worked out perfectly,’ she thought as her headache finally started to subside. She really started to think about the entire situation. In actuality, it probably couldn’t have been better. Sure, she did nearly drown, then she was found by the Horde, and then she nearly died of blood loss. It was the ironic twist that made her smile. The man, nay Troll, she had been falling for had been her savior yet again. He had delivered the blow that had rescued her from a fate far worse than death and she, through some cosmic interference, had actually wound up on his doorstep.
That was three times Sen had saved her life. ‘Ok ok… I think I’m starting to get the hint,’ she thought to herself. However, her breath hitched in her throat as she realized she could go home. Her headache seemed to come back in full force as a brand-new dilemma smacked her in the face. She could go home. She could see her family, see Cadren, but that meant leaving Kreeva and more importantly Sen’krii behind. ‘Could I do it? Could I just leave them after everything they’ve done for me? And how do I explain to Sen that I was technically the fiancé that Leidan had mentioned?’ the thoughts plagued her as she rocked back and forth on the rock. ‘And why the hell would he say he had a baby?!’ She smacked herself on the forehead, which she instantly regretted, ‘He would say anything that might save his life. And people did tend to show sympathy for parents and children. Hell, it had worked on Sen, in the beginning anyways.’
Taylin continued to think and question what to do, when she released an irritated scream into the night’s air. A scream that brought Sen crashing through the trees with panic clear in his eyes.
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