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The Lost Kingdon: Rise of the Drakens, Book 3

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One.

It’s cold here.

I haven’t been cold since I lived in the breeding house. I wasn’t back there, was I? I shifted, feeling the dirty stone floor underneath me. It was dark, the only light the barest glimmer of a torch in the hallway, throwing flickering shadows through the slats in the iron door.

I was in a cell.

That had been my plan, but fear nestled in my heart as I found myself actually here, taken and trapped inside the demon’s stronghold. I swallowed heavily, willing myself not to panic. My eyes closed, and I stayed in my human form. People would underestimate me more. It was like being a slave all over again, wasn’t it?

Except this time, I had a goal. Find the blood witches, find the sea witches. That was the plan--what I needed to do in order to secure their alliance with us and the humans. I just had to make sure not to die before getting them out.

There was a groan next to me and I jerked, balling myself into the corner and refusing to shift to my draken form. Instead, I called my claws forth and pressed down on my chest, activating my blood magick. My eyes sharpened, and exhaled in disbelief when I saw who laid across from me.

“What are you doing here?” I hissed, poking him in the side. Thad groaned again, rolling over. His black eyes cracked open, his hands going immediately to his side. I tracked his movements, noticing the blood pooling around him.

“I s-said I would protect you.”

I growled in frustration, and would have slapped him had he not already been injured.

“I got captured on purpose, you cockmuffin. I’m trying to find the witches!”

He rolled back over, presenting me with his back. I scowled.

“Try not to bleed all over my side of the cell, would you?”

He coughed wetly and I tried not to wince.

“You really don’t like me.”

I rolled my eyes in the darkness, hugging my knees to my chest. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of any more conversation. There was a loud thump, than a strange, muffled sound. I peeked over my hands at him, concerned despite it all.

“T-Thad?”

I turned fully, watching in horrified fascination as his body twitched and writhed on the ground, even as he tried to vain to keep from screaming, a piece of leather wedged in his mouth. I disregarded all my vows to let him rot, and was at his side in an instant.

“What’s wrong? What causes these attacks?”

I laid a hand on his shoulder, but it only made his writhing worse, and the bleeding from his wound worse. I clutched my head in frustration, and ran to the iron door, pounding hard enough to bruise my hands.

“HEY OUT THERE! HE’S DYING AND NEEDS HELP! HELLO!”

No one came, and I gritted my teeth. My draken form slid out, and I called upon my voice magicks. The leather fell from Thad’s mouth and he screamed, long and loud. The kind of scream that made your hair stand on end, and your soul temporarily leave your body. I screeched as loud as I could, the sound reverberating through the entire mountain. In minutes footsteps were pounding towards the cell, and I shifted back to my human form just as the door was wrenched open and arrows were aimed at my face. I mutely pointed to Thad, who continued to scream louder as I had called for help.

“Dracken trash,” the demon hissed, his misshapen head giving him the appearance that someone had tried to dent it from the outside in, and nearly succeeded.

“I don’t think the Overlord would appreciate it if the Cantradian heir died his first night in captivity.” I bit out, acting as unconcerned as I could manage with so many weapons pointed at my head.

The demon's eyes narrowed to slits, but he gestured to three smaller demon imps who loped forward, picking Thad up under his armpits and dragging him out of the cell. His blood left an ugly smear along the dirt and stone. What would they do with him? I hoped that would heal him, but it wasn’t guaranteed. My plan was to get captured for information, not to get