Firebolt(96)

I shook my head, as I took huge breaths to calm my beating heart.

Lucian.

Suddenly, he turned into a man, a really beautiful man with a glint of the rainbow in his eyes and auburn hair. His body was to die for. He asked me the same question in a seductive voice, making me swallow hard as I looked down.

I shook my head one last time.

“Well then. Farewell, my fair maiden,” he said, and bowed his head. The cave rumbled again and the door opened. I just hoped everyone was still waiting for me outside.

Tears filled my eyes as I knew in just a few seconds I would see Lucian's face again. It was only a crack in width, and I huffed.

Really. He wasn't kidding with parting ways. I squeezed myself through the opening, crying out in pain as my shoulder felt worse. The first person that grabbed me was Becky.

I yelled, and she let go as if I was a hot potato.

“What happened?” She looked at me with huge brown eyes.

“My shoulder.”

“You got hurt?”

I nodded.

“And they let you out?” she yelled, surprised, and pulled me away from the doors. All of them froze and stared at me with huge eyes.

“No! I had to finish.”

What the hell is going on here?

“You finished?”

“Elena, you just went in a minute ago.” Blake found his voice next.

“What?” My voice broke. I realized that it was still night time.

Lucian got himself free from whatever held him to the ground and grabbed me just as Becky had done.

“Ouch!” I cried again.

A minute? I knew that I hadn’t been in there for a minute. I saw the freaking sun come up.

“You dislocated your shoulder, how?”

I shook my head.

He sighed and started to kiss me all over my face. “We must push yourshoulder back.”

“Wait, you said you finished?” Arianna asked in her bitchy tone.

“Yes, I know where to find the sword.”

“It still exists?” half of the crowd asked in unison.

“You really finished?” Lucian asked with a glint of a smile, and I nodded.

The wind started to blow hard and it was followed by a loud thud. The keeper came back, and we all bowed down again. He stopped me with one of his front paws. “Not you.” He bowed his head. He stayed like that for a short moment and got back up. “Well done, Elena Watkins.”

A book appeared out of nowhere, and he held it out to me. I swallowed hard, knowing what that book was, because the rainbow dragon had explained it so beautifully. I took it from him, forcing myself to let go of my other arm.

It wasn't a big or thick book, it looked really ordinary. I opened the page and saw the five names of the five women that had made it out. I hit my pockets, searching for a pen.

“Does anyone have a pen?” I asked.

We all chuckled as none of us had brought a stupid pen.

“You don't need a pen, Elena,” the keeper said. “Give me your hand.”

It was shaking a little in his big claw which felt like ice. He slashed my wrist open. Blood oozed from the cut, and I thought that this was it. There was no way I would survive this. The blood squirted on the blank pages, destroying the other five names and he closed the book. He took my wrist and sealed my wound with something that looked like a small laser burning out of his claw. It left a small scar, but it didn't burn at all. I looked at it a long time and knew that it was some sort of magic. He showed me the book one more time, and the stain my blood should have made was gone. In its place stood my name, Elena Watkins, and the date written in small beautiful red letters.

I saw the one above mine.

Catherine Squire and the date were 1768. He shut the book and bowed one more time before he took off into the night.

Lucian was the first one to reach me and gave me a long kiss. He then looked at my wrist and stroked my scar with gentle fingers.

“We need to move,” Blake said quickly.

“She's hurt, Blake,” Lucian and Becky said at the same time. I was glad she was back in my corner again.

“We have to get it now or this will all be for nothing.”

Lucian was really pissed at his tone, and the two of them were instantly in each other's personal space.

“Don't fight, it's no use,” I yelled at both of them. They always fight, I'm so sick of it.

“What do you mean,it’s no use?” Blake asked.

“I don't know where it is right now,” I snapped.

“Then when, Elena?” He had a stern look on his face that made my blood sizzle.

I held my ground. “Tomorrow night.”

“We have to wait a whole night!” He turned around with arms flapping in the air.

“Deal with it,” Lucian growled, and lifted me up in his arms. He carried me down the steps.

We reached camp in no time, and the others helped to make fire and brew coffee. Lucian and George tried to push my shoulder back into place. He gave me his belt to bite on. It hurt like hell with his hand on my shoulder pushing hard, and I screamed and tear-up. Then I felt the click. Lucian put my armin a sling he’d made out of his leather belt and pulled me on top of his lap.