Talon was in the dark. Both literally and figuratively. He didn’t know what was going to happen with him, didn’t know why he needed to fuck some woman who was probably already puking at the prospect of taking in an animal like him.
He didn’t care. It wasn’t like he would be able to stomach touching another being. Auro could take a spear and shove it for all Talon could care. He had no plans on doing anything to anyone besides giving Auro and Lyne a good one as soon as he got the chance.
Talon thought about the day that Auro would die, when he would feel their blood and flesh sliding between his hands. He smiled, a bloodthirsty action that had once scared thousands into impaling themselves on his sword. He barely registered his own shocking recollection.
Thoughts and memories slowly came back to him, and the frustration was only amplified when he couldn’t remember anything else. Was his loss of memory because of Auro? He felt that it was.
Sick, Talon turned onto his side, away from the soft moonlight that served as the only source of illumination in the dank hole. His stomach turned, but not with fear or the need to vomit, as it normally did.
No, it was the need to kill.
Talon’s eyes closed, and for the first time in months he recalled what had happened months ago...
The soft feel of hands trailed over his skin. He shivered, eyes opening slowly. His movements were weary, heavy because of his long sleep. The blaring light above his eyes made him wince and life came to him slowly.
Voices spoke above him, yet he was too tired to register what they were saying. He could hear their voices, knew that something was wrong, but it was too hard to comprehend anything except that he was waking up and he wasn’t where he had been before.
Where were the pale creamy hues, the leather couches? As his eyes adjusted, aimed away from the light, he saw stone walls and cobwebs. Rodents skittered in the background. Talon froze, realization slowly dawning on him.
“You knew that this would happen,” a nasal voice accused. A pointed finger came into his vision. He played dead, forcing his heart to stop thundering in his chest. His blood rushed to his ears as he listened, helpless to move and confused.
He could feel eyes on his chest, knew he was being studied. Talon had to force himself to relax. “I didn’t!” another voice defended.
“You did— I know it to be true,” the voice from before snarled.
There was a hesitation, then a weary sigh and the sound of feet shuffling. If their eyes had not been on him, he would have seen what they were doing. It was hard, but he listened despite the drowsiness and confusion, absorbing their conversation, eyes closed.
“Auro, please take a moment to understand what I’m trying to tell you!” The pleading voice was starting to sound familiar. Talon struggled to place it, but forgot about it when the second person spoke.
“You have betrayed me, Lyne! You knew that the moment you took your hand to him, he would lose his memories, and his abilities would be locked. You’ve taken his power from me!” his hoarse shout rang throughout the room.
He didn’t understand. Powers? The fuck… They need to get themselves on some meds, he thought distractedly, turning his wrist against the shackles. They lay cold against his skin, and he flicked his eyes, barely open, to look at them.
His arm was covered in bruises and bite marks. Like something out of a horror movie, he immediately thought. For a moment, he actually thought that some creature of the night had bitten him. He almost snorted at the thought, but realized they were once again talking.
“I do not care if he was the one to ruin your brainless romance. You were a fool to believe that he would give you the woman, and at the time I believed that you were over it. After Amentha died, I thought this would be over. But you had to go too far,” he accused. Talon felt a desperate urge to place the voice with the face, confused at what they were talking about.
A woman? He almost rolled his eyes. A female wouldn’t make him give his life or even make him consider it. He tried to remember what he had done to be there, and the brief question of who Amentha was came to him. Talon grimaced; she