The Dark Prince's Prize

Chapter 13-2

Moments before:

Adalard stared out at the darkened landscape. He flexed his fingers, forming different items at random. After Samara left her new living quarters, he had returned to his transport.

That was a mistake, he darkly thought.

His fruitless search for whatever was draining him of his energy had left him feeling weak and disoriented. Eventually, he was forced to abandon the search out of fear of being stuck inside the ship, drained of life. As much as he hated to consider the possibility, he might have to abandon and destroy the transport.

Even Arrow was at a loss. Unless Adalard could find the device and show his brother, there was no way to figure out how it worked.

Worst of all his problems, though, was knowing that Samara was with another male. It was driving him insane.

It was then that a silent cry from Samara echoed through his mind. Adalard shimmered, his cells drawn to her through her voice and a brief image of blood on her pale fingers.

The room around him faded and another appeared. Samara’s aura reached for him through the crowd of people. He pushed through the bystanders, ignoring the hissed breaths of irritation and low curses that died on their lips when they saw him.

The man he met earlier in Samara’s living quarters was lowering her to the ground. He stepped forward and slid his arms around her, pulling her from Bear’s grasp.

“Hey! Oh, it’s you. Where in the hell did you come from? I… she needs a doctor. She’s bleeding,” Bear said.

“I will care for her,” he replied.

Adalard locked his gaze on Jerry. Two men were holding him by his upper forearms. He noticed with grim satisfaction that Jerry’s face paled when he saw him. It wouldn’t matter how far the man ran or that he was Samara’s brother. His attack on Samara this time would not be forgiven.

“I warned you,” Adalard said.

Jerry sagged between the two men.

The crowd parted as Adalard strode toward the door. Before he even reached it, he was fading, all thoughts of protecting his identity dismissed as he focused on Samara.

“What the hell…? Where’d they go?” Carl breathed out as he vanished.