The Lost Prince

by Julie Kagawa

Page 56

 

  Kenzie didn’t say anything immediately after. She blinked and looked a little dazed as I drew back. I couldn’t help but smirk.

  “Oh, wow,” I teased quietly. “Did I actually render Mackenzie St. James speechless?”

  She snorted. “Hardly, but you’re welcome to try again. ”

  Smiling, I pulled her to me for another kiss. She shifted so that her knees were straddling my waist and buried her hands in my hair, holding my head still. I wrapped my arms around the small of her back and let the feel of her lips take me away.

  This time, Kenzie was the one who pulled back, all traces of amusement gone as she stared at me, my reflection peering back from her eyes. “Promise you won’t disappear when we get home, tough guy,” she whispered, and, though her tone was light, her gaze was solemn. “I like this Ethan. I don’t want him to turn into the one I met at the tournament once we’re safe. ”

  “I can’t promise that you won’t ever see him again,” I told her. “The fey will still hang around me, no matter what I do. But I’m not going anywhere. ” Reaching up, I brushed the hair from her eyes, smiling ruefully. “I’m still not sure how this will work when we get home, but I want to be with you. And if you want me to be your boyfriend and go to parties and hang out with your meathead friends…I’ll try. I’m not the best at being normal, but I’ll give it a shot. ”

  “Really?” She smiled, and her eyes glimmered. “You…you’re not just saying that because you feel sorry for me, are you? I don’t want to guilt you into doing anything, just because I’m sick. ”

  No, Mackenzie. I fell for you long before then, I just didn’t know it. “I’ll prove it to you, then,” I told her, running my hands up her back, drawing her closer. “Once we get out of here, I’ll show you nothing has changed. ” And everything’s changed. “Deal?”

  She nodded, and a tear finally spilled over, running down her cheek. I brushed it away with my thumb. “Deal,” she whispered, as I reached up to kiss her once more. “But, um…Ethan?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I think something is watching us. ”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  The Escape

  Warily, I looked up, just as something bright fell from the ceiling, flashing briefly as it struck the ground a few yards away.

  Puzzled, I released Kenzie and stood, squinting as I walked up to it. When I could see it clearly in the darkness, my heart stood still.

  My swords. Or one of them, anyway. Standing up point first in the sand. Incredulous, I picked it up, wondering how it got here.

  There was a familiar buzz on the wall overhead. Heart leaping, I looked up to see a pair of smug, glowing green eyes. Razor grinned down at me, his teeth a blue-white crescent in the darkness. One spindly arm still clutched my second blade.

  “Found you!” he buzzed.

  Kenzie gasped, and the gremlin cackled, tossing the sword down. It soared through the air in a graceful arc and landed hilt up at my feet. Scuttling along the wall, the gremlin launched himself at Kenzie, landing in her arms with a gleeful cry. “Found you!” he exclaimed again, as she quickly shushed him. He beamed but dropped his voice to a staticky whisper. “Found you! Razor help! See, see? Razor brought swords silly boy dropped. ”

  “Razor, are you all right?” Kenzie asked, holding him at arm’s length to look at him closely. One of his ears was torn, hanging limply at an angle, but other than that, he seemed okay. “That Forgotten threw you pretty hard,” she mused, touching the wounded ear. “Are you hurt?”

  “Bad kitty!” growled Razor, shaking his head as if he was shooing off a fly. “Evil, sneaky, nasty kitty! Boy should cut its nose off, yes. Tie rock to tail and throw kitty in lake. Watch kitty sink, ha!”

  “Seems like he’s fine,” I said, sheathing my second blade. Relief and hope spread through me. Now that I was armed again, the future looked a lot less bleak. We might actually make it out of here. “Razor, did you happen to see Keirran anywhere? Or Annwyl?”

  Before he could answer, a shuffle of movement up top silenced us, and we pressed back into the wall, staring up at the lip. A moment later, the old woman’s voice floated down into the hole.

  “Ethan Chase. The lady will see you now. ”

  Kenzie shivered and pressed close, gripping my hand, as the gleam of the cat-faery’s eyes appeared over the mouth of the pit. “Did you hear me, humans?” she called, sounding impatient. “When we lower the rungs, only the Chase boy is to come up. He will be escorted to the lady. Anyone who follows will be tossed back into the hole, without a ladder. So don’t try anything. ”

  Her wrinkled face split into an evil grin, and she disappeared. I turned to Kenzie.

  “When I get up there,” I whispered, “can you and Razor give me a distraction?” I glanced at Razor, hiding in her long black hair, then back to the girl. “I only need a few seconds. Think you can do that?”

  She looked pale but determined. “Sure,” she whispered. “No problem. Distractions are our specialty, right, Razor?”

  The gremlin peeked out from the curtain of her hair and gave a quiet buzz. I brushed a strand from her eyes, trying to sound calm. “Wait until I’m almost at the very top,” I told her, untucking my shirt, pulling the hem over the sword hilts. “Then, do whatever you have to do. Nothing dangerous, just make sure they’re not looking at me when I come up. Also, here. ” I pulled out a sword, sheath and all, and handed it to her. “In case this doesn’t go as planned. This will give you a fighting chance. ”

  “Ethan. ”

  I took her hand, fighting the urge to pull her close. “We’re getting out of here, right now. ”

  With a scraping sound, the ladder dropped into the pit. I squeezed Kenzie’s arm and stepped forward, walking across the sand to the opposite wall. I saw Todd huddled in the corner, his head buried in his knees, not even looking at the ladder, and clenched my fists. Dammit, what they did to you was unforgivable. Even if I can’t fix that, I’ll get you home, I swear. I’ll get all of us home.

  My footsteps clunked loudly against the rungs as I started up, echoing my pounding heart.

  Six steps from the top, I could see the hulking, three-armed Forgotten, yawning as it stared off into the distance.

  Four steps from the top, I could see the old cat-faery and a pair of insect fey, one holding a coil of rope in its long talons. Another two guarded the entrance, floating a few inches above the ground.

  Two steps from the top, Razor abruptly dropped onto the three-armed faery’s head.

  “BAD KITTY!” he screeched at the top of his lungs, making everything in the room jump in shock. The three-armed Forgotten gave a bellow and slapped at the thing on his head, but Razor leaped off just in time, and the huge fey smacked its own skull with enough force to knock it back a step.

  I drew my sword and leaped out of the pit, blade flashing. I cut through one spindly body, dodged the second as it slashed at me, and sliced through its neck. Both dissolved into mist, and I went for the old cat-faery, intending to cut that evil grin from her withered face. She hissed and leaped away, landing behind the two guards at the mouth of the tunnel.

  “Stop him!” she spat, and the Forgotten closed in on me, including the huge three-armed faery, a club clutched in his third hand. I dodged the first swing, parried the vicious claw swipes, and was forced back. “You cannot escape, Ethan Chase!” the cat-fey called triumphantly, as I fought to avoid being surrounded. The club swished over my head and smashed into the wall, showering me with rock. “Give up, and we will take you to the lady. Your death might be a painless one if you surrender no—aaaaaagh!”

  Her warning melted into a yowl of pain as Razor dropped behind her, grabbed her skinny tail, and chomped down hard. The cat-faery spun, clawing at him, and I lost them both as the three fey crowded in. Battling Forgotten, I saw Kenzie pull herself out of the pit, sword in hand. Her eyes gleamed as she stepped up behind the hulking faery and s
wung a vicious blow at the back of its knees. Bellowing in pain, the Forgotten stumbled, lurched backward, and toppled over. Kenzie dodged aside as the big faery dropped into the pit with a howl.

  Slicing through the last two guards, I lunged to where the cat-thing was twisting and clawing the air behind her, trying to reach the gremlin doggedly clinging to her tail. She looked up as I came in, made one last attempt to flee, but my sword flashed down across her neck and she erupted into mist.

  Panting, I lowered my sword, stumbling back as Razor blinked, grinning as what had been the cat-faery rippled over the ground and evaporated. “Bad kitty,” he buzzed, sounding smug as he looked up at me. “No more bad kitty. Ha!”

  I smiled, turning to Kenzie, but then my heart seized up and I started to shout a warning.

  The hulking Forgotten she had dropped into the pit had somehow clawed its way out again, looming behind her with its club raised. At the look on my face, she realized what was happening and started to turn, throwing up her arms, but the club swept down and I knew I would get there far too late.

  And then…I don’t know what happened. A dark, featureless shadow sprang up, seemingly out of nowhere, between Kenzie and the huge Forgotten. A sword flashed, and the blow that probably would’ve crushed her skull hit her shoulder instead. The impact was still enough to knock her aside, and she crumpled against the wall, gasping in pain, as the shadow vanished as suddenly as it appeared.

  Rage blinded me. Rushing forward, I leaped at the Forgotten with a scream, cutting at it viciously. It bellowed and swiped its club at my head, but I met the blow with my sword, severing the arm from its chest. Howling in pain, the faery resorted to pounding at me with its huge fists. I dodged back, snatching the fallen sword from the ground, and stepped up to meet the raging Forgotten. Ducking wild swings, I lunged past its guard and sank both blades into its chest with a snarl.

  The Forgotten melted into fog, still bellowing curses. Without a second glance, I rushed through its dissolving form to the body on the far side of the wall. Kenzie was struggling upright, grimacing, one hand cradling her arm. Razor hopped up and down nearby, buzzing with alarm.