PrologueA Chapter by Starr Brooks
Cassen Eurelia Astravier
“No!” Cassen shouted, ripping her hands away. Struggling not to explode with anger, she turned on her heels and stomped from the cramped room, only to hear footsteps rushing behind her.
“Cassen, c’mon just think about it,” Cross pleaded quietly, his voice portraying the true sincerity of his offer. “Please?”
Please… not a word said often by powerful men.
“Listen,” she snapped, while trying in vain to keep her voice low and spinning to pin him with a fiery look. She pointed a finger at his with contempt. “I am not some insolent damsel in need of saving. I don’t need your help, and I certainly won’t be your little toy!”
Cross gave her a knowing look with those strikingly dark, blue eyes and took a cautious step forward, Cassen did not dare back down a step. Not a single step.
“I never said you needed my help, I only offered it, an exchange” he whispered gently, something about his softness made Cassen bristle. “All you need to do is ask.”
“Well I didn’t ask! And I won’t,” she spat, she could never ask for help, especially not from him. He wasn’t a good man, everyone knew it. Help from Cross Beauregard came with a price, and not a cheap one. With that stark, black snake tattoo wrapping around his neck and then disappearing under his loose white shirt, and the long white scar running down the center of his hand and up his third finger, he belonged to the Viper.
The young gang leader sighed and ran his finger through his tawny brown hair, leaving it messy, as usual.
“If I were you, I would, before it’s too late,” he informed her matter-of-factly.
The criminal was right, even if he could not possibly have a good purpose for trying to spring her from The Rose. Every lowlife in the kingdom knew that nobody ever left The Rose, unless their breath ran out or their heart gave in. Death was the only way out. Unless a thieving, sneaking, lawless man, such as Cross, decided he wanted to change that.
Cassen had only been there three months, after running away from her old gang, The Enthorates. The Traders caught her soon after, probably on orders from her old gang, and sold her to Miss Sivel Russelbreg, owner of The Rose. She had tried to contact her former friends, tried to beg them to save her no one came, no one ever did
Cross observed her, giving her a calculating raise of the eyebrows.
“You listen here b*****d, I’m fine,” she seethed, leaning towards him for emphasis. “I don’t want your help. Get out!”
Cross leaned back against the door frame, grinning wickedly. “Really?”
Cassen felt her hands tingle, and her heart pick up a beat, her anger was getting the better of her. Subtly she tucked her hands behind her back and clenched them into fists, trying not to loose control.
“I could help you, you know,” he said, picking at his nails too casually. “Locked in The Rose you're not doing any good.”
“What do you know about goodness?” she shot back.
Cross merely shrugged and pushed off the door frame. He walked forward and grabbed her wrist.
“We’re going now,” he informed her with an unmovable and emotionless tone.
“What?” she demanded, trying to pull out of his iron grip. When plan one: escape, failed she moved on to plane two: yell. “Let me go you demon. Sivel! Rachel! Help!”
Her capture laughed, pulling out a small vial, filled with shimmering blue liquid, out of nowhere.
“What is that?” she demanded, trying to buy herself some time. “Get off me you filthy rat.”
Cross looked at her sideways, scoffing and swearing under his breath. Cassen desperately thrashed and hollered but no one came, no one ever did.
“Drink this,” the Viper brat demanded, holding out the little bottle to her with his free hand. Somehow his temper was completely under control and his voice was calm. It made Cassen increasingly uneasy.
“As if,” she sneered, pulling away as far as she could.
“We’re leaving, weather you like it or not,” Cross said, still utterly calm. With some urgency he pulled on her arm and when she refused to move he added; “unless you’d like to be dead by morning.”
Cassen’s heart sank. She did not want to die, not really, not when she barely got to taste the good that life could offer.
“Oh, so you’d kill me just because I won’t join you and your gang of low life scum,” she mocked, trying once again to wriggle her arm free.
“I don’t want to kill you,” he said gently, too gently for a man like himself. His blue eyes looked thoughtful, sincere, and almost… kind? The little voice in the back of her mind still whispered, he kills without thought or reason, just like the lot of them, but against her better judgement she stopped fighting him.
“And why should I believe that?”
“I’m here aren’t I?”
It was true, he was there, in that dingy brothel telling her to ask him for help.
He was there, he came when no one else did.“Let’s go,” Cassen almost whispered, still not at peace with the words even when they passed her lips, even when her feet started moving, even when she felt fresh air lick her face for the first time in three months.
© 2017 Starr Brooks
Added on January 10, 2017
Last Updated on January 11, 2017
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