Page 13 of Redemption (Deliverance Duet #2)

Chapter Twelve

Alaric

F ear, terror, and pain stab me in the chest like a weapon, ripping a ragged cry from my mouth, but none of it is mine. Iris is in danger.

Surging to my feet, I use all of my fae strength to pull against the cursed iron shackles that keep me here. Breathing rapidly, I focus on the bond and her emotions flowing down it. I’ve not felt her this clearly since Death took her away.

Wherever she is, she needs me. She needs to run.

Madness tears at my mind, and I must speak aloud, as the words echo back at me with a mocking tone. Running is impossible for me, but she must run.

Why is she in so much pain? What has caused this level of fear? Fury rages through me as I yank at my manacles over and over until blood drips down my wrists.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The sound haunts me, but nothing hurts as much as knowing my mate is in trouble. She needs me! I barely feel pain now, my internal suffering far greater than anything they could do to me here.

A guard steps towards me, his face set in a frown. “Prince Alaric, you have to calm down. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

I roar at the guard, beyond words at this point. They betrayed me by locking me up and keeping me from her. They will pay when I finally get free.

I know it’s going to happen, because the bond in my chest is glowing a bright gold. Gritting my teeth, I sink to my knees to conserve my strength.

Iris is back, and I will do whatever I have to so I can get to her. She’s my mate. Mine .

I always get what’s mine.