Chapter 11 - Two Sinfully Handsome Devils Part 1 (1/2)
I tried not to show just how terrified I was, but it was damned hard to pretend like I was having a fine time touring a new, unexplored wild park in another realm on the back of a mighty winged lion that was three times the size of the average lion I had seen in Africa. I mean, I had just been kidnapped, for God's sake, by a pair of giant, ruthless men who dressed like some heroes in a fantasy novel, what with those dark leather pants and jackets and, of course, armors. Not to mention those unusual masks on their faces, the likes I had never seen before, which made it all even more sinister.
Along the thick groves of tall trees and wild bushes, I could hear sounds of men's footsteps and, now and again, the melancholy cries of some wild creatures, which only served to scare me even more.
I was in another realm, all right, because I had never heard those sorts of cries before. They didn't sound like the howling of wolves or growling of bears. They were something far more dangerous and terrifying.
Despite my fear of the unknown surroundings, I still wanted to escape these men's clutches, and I kept glancing around, searching for a way out. But of course, no matter how hard I tried, it was just simply impossible. Firstly, I was surrounded by men who were marching on foot and holding what I could only assume were rifles and guns, along with swords and knives. At least, I thought they looked like those weapons, what with my short eyesight and within the darkness of the night. Secondly, the man named Felix was sitting behind me on the back of the winged lion, one of his ironlike arms wrapped tightly about my middle, holding me prisoner, while his other hand held on to the reins.
Ahwooo! A noise echoed loudly throughout the woods. I jolted and gasped, darting my eyes around my surroundings, half expecting a large, beastly creature to jump out in front of us and rip everyone, including me, to pieces.
Felix must have noticed my reaction because he leaned close to me so that his masked face was inches from me and his warm breath was fanning my skin.
”What's the matter, little elf? Scared?” he asked. His tone implied that he was amused.
I turned slightly to look at him. The moment I did so, I regretted it because his lips were so close to mine that the proximity only served to remind me of our kiss earlier. Well, not our kiss, per se, but rather a kiss that was stolen from me by this arrogant man.
I tried to move back, but of course, it wasn't possible since I was tightly embraced in his arms.
I subconsciously licked my lower lip and asked, ”What was that noise?”
”Just a wolf or two,” he said easily.
A wolf? Or two? But wolves just didn't sound like that, surely. And why did he act as though it was nothing? Surely, those one or two wolves were close by. And hunting…
He said, ”Hmm… It is rather strange that they should sound so… hungry.”
He could tell that the wolves were hungry by the sound of their cries?
He cocked his head to one side as he looked at me. ”Then again, it's probably because they can smell something delicious nearby. A little elf, perhaps?” He even brushed the tip of his tall, fine nose against my cheek.