Chapter 82.

Zade left and I stood holding a knife and stared at my reflection in the blade. The closer I looked the clearer I saw the sadness in my eyes. “No shit, you’re about to get us killed,” Trixy snidely remarked. “If you want I'll stop and we can just spend the rest of a probably very long life living as a punching bag and fuck puppet to the King from hell. Is that a better option for you?”  Trixy growled and met me in the front. She dragged her tail behind her and raised her head.  “I’m just worried that you're putting your trust in Zade a little too easily,”  “Because he’s the only one who has offered his help and yes, I trust that he’ll see it through,” I lowered my voice to a more gentle tone because I knew that Trixy was just looking out for us.  I knew I'd made her angry when she didn't respond. She walked back, deep into my mind where I couldn't hear her but her anger streamed out in echoes through my mind. *** Hours passed to both my dismay and delight, Darian still hadn't returned.