He was leading his team of Balance soldiers into the white-wall hallways when he heard the voices. They had only just emerged out of Balance territory- when did the Rebellion conjure up the courage to set foot this close to the dark gray walls? His team had heard them too and each placed a sweaty hand on the hilt of their sword.
The voices drew closer. He lifted his hand and motioned for them to move forward, cautiously and quietly. They made their way to an intersection of hallways- and her voice made him freeze.
He’d been longing to hear her voice again ever since a team of Rebels lead by Kyle rescued her and the other prison from the Royal cells; she hadn’t said a word to him while she was imprisoned, only gave him bright yellow glares that sent sparks shooting up the back of his head. And now, she was right around the corner….
A second voice made him stiffen- a low, hoarse voice, one that had once belonged to a trusted soldier, but now belonged to the one who had called him a traitor. And it was true. He’d left and he was never going back.
He signaled for his team to leave. A few soldiers hesitated, but all obeyed- no one was willing to mess with a Darkling. The soldiers filed out the nearest door, leaving their prince alone in the white corridor.
The Shaded Darkling made a sign with his hands, closed his eyes, muttered a few words under his breath- and became invisible.
And just in time for at that moment, she came around the corner. Following closely behind her was the owner of the second voice, Kyle. His eyes darted around warily and settled on the invisible Darkling. He held his breath but Kyle barely glanced for two seconds before going back to double check on his team of Rebel soldiers.
“Isn’t that Balance territory?” Kyle pointed at the dark gray walls just a few steps ahead of them.
“Yes,” she answered softly. The hidden Darkling couldn’t help but wonder if she was thinking about him.
Kyle placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry. If he shows up, he’ll have to get through me first.”
The Darkling tensed his shoulders. Kyle was standing right next to her, a little too close for his liking. He resisted the urge to hiss a warning that would surely result in a battle between him and Kyle, in which Kyle would most likely be killed.
To his relief, she edged away from Kyle, putting a more comfortable distance between them. Kyle sagged his shoulders, but she didn’t seem to notice.
“If he comes, I want you to lead the team to safety. I’ll deal with him,” she said firmly.
“All right.” Kyle glanced at the dark gray walls again, as if the Shaded Darkling would emerge from the shadows at any moment. “But be careful.”
“I’m an Era Darkling. And don’t forget he taught me everything he knew,” she added.
No, not everything, the Darkling prince thought. Even he had secrets to keep.