Waking up

Pov.Asteria

This time, when I lost consciousness, I was alone, it felt like hundred years in the dark, and I had no idea of what was happening. Not until I started hearing the shouting did I gain consciousness and sat up in gasp.

On top of my chest was my sword, and it felt like the only source of my life. I grasped it so hard that if it hadn't been mine, it would have cut off my fingers.

"Cahya," I struggled out.

"Yes," she whispered.

"What happened?" I asked.

"You lost consciousness, and you had me worried. When you didn't come in here with me..." She paused. "I freaked out and..."

"Cahya... What did you do?" I pressured while sitting up but not placing any attention to where I was at the moment.

"I couldn't do anything. You woke up just in time," Cahya whispered.

I sighed in relief. No matter if I was enemies territory, I wasn't going to kill without provocation. I dropped my legs over the side of the bed and pushed myself up. The sword was only keeping me alive, and I didn't know for how long.

"Are you okay?" The sudden sound made me turn around in a snap which wasn't such a good idea.

As I was falling face front into the carpet, warm arms caught me in their embrace. I tightened my fingers into the sharp edge of the sword. I looked up and saw my mate's surprised and panicked eyes as he stared at my fingers.

"Aliyah," he gasped.

As he started to reach for my sword, the second he made contact with the sharp edge, he pulled back in surprise. I saw as blood trailed down his finger. He scanned his finger in shock and adverted his gaze back and forth to my sword.

"I'm not healing," he whispered in wonder.

I didn't bother to pay any attention, as I could only feel my body starting to become unconscious once again.

"Asteria!" Cahya screamed. "Stay awake for me a little bit longer, babygirl."

"I need to leave, please," I begged. "I won't survive here any longer."

"How long have I been here?" I asked.

"Less than three hours, you have been going in and out of conscious," he replied.

"Please," I begged.

"I can't die, not yet!" I exclaimed, slamming my eyes open, looking straight into his eyes.

"Where is Emily?" I growled at my mate.

"She is okay," he growled.

"What about Bloodstar?" I asked.

"The dragon is fine. She is in the stables, eating," he assured.

"I need to get out of here," I grunted as I tried to sit up and tried to get out of his arms.

"NO!" He boomed.

"I'll die here," I whimpered in pain.

He shook his head in denial. May the Gods damn this stubborn prince.

"Plus, we need to leave by sunrise," I explained.

He shook his head once again. I grunted and threw my head back in exasperation, ready to face my death.

"What are we going to do?" I whispered to Cahya.

"You won't survive here, maybe I can take over, and we can ask him to give the hydras all the tools to hold the fort until we get there," she suggested.

"How are we even to scape this place when it is time?" I asked.

"We can figure that out along the way," she assured. "Now rest."

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Pov. Cahya

I woke up and stared at my idiotic mate.

I slammed our sword into the floor and got up. I pushed Erebus away from us and moved towards the window carefully. Our body was still too weak.

"What are you doing?" I could hear Erebus's desperate voice behind us.

"Thinking," I whispered.

I looked around the room, looking for our duffle bag. I didn't show any emotion as I noticed it wasn't there.

"Where is our bag?" I boringly whispered as I clicked my fingers against the balcony's glass doors over and over again.

"Under my position," he answered. Yeah, no shit.

"I need it," I announced.

"For?" He asked as he walked closer.

"I just need something, and I'll need you to deliver it to Calypso after," I explained. "And I'll need you to give my sword to Emily. She'll need it more than me."

"What? No!" He snapped. "That sword is the only thing keeping you live down here."

I turned around and looked at him straight in the eyes. "Not anymore, now do what I told you."

He passed his hand through his face in desperation.

"Fine," he growled and walked towards the door, slamming the door on its way out. I smirked as I saw he forgot our sword and will have to come back for it.

"Who's Calypso," Asteria's soft voice ringed through our head.

"The Hydra," I reminded her. "Now sleep," I commanded. I wanted to so badly tell her I loved her but keep my thoughts under control.

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Pov.???

"Where the hell is she?" The Queen boomed in anger.

"I'm sorry, My Queen. We have looked for her everywhere," he whispers, kneeling in front of his Queen while the servant trembled in fear.

"Useless," she growled.

She got off her throne and walked closer to the trembling servant. She grabbed him by the neck and lifted him effortlessly off the floor.

"I want every guard, spy, and fucking person looking for her," The Queen growled. "Don't make me look for her myself because you'll regret it."

"Wherever is not used eventually becomes garbage," she growled once again, dropping him to the floor. "Now everyone, LEAVE!" she screamed.

She walked back to her throne, and she rested her head on top of her hand. She crossed her legs wrapped in leather, one over the other.

For anyone who walked in, they would see a beautiful woman, not realizing the battle conflict going inside her head.

"Where are you, little mate?" She whispered.