A Kingdom of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales Book 3)(79)

Didn’t need to be said.

Sometimes you are dense.

She was a dickhead at the best of times.

Hannon briskly took to the bridge with Jedrek over his shoulder. Almost immediately, Jedrek bucked. He flailed his arms and tried to claw his way out of Hannon’s grasp. Clearly he’d been playing dead. It would’ve been nice if he’d kept it up.

A shimmer of magic preceded Jedrek morphing, hair erupting from his body.

“He’s shifting,” Hadriel said in an excited hush. “It’ll be interesting to see if he succumbs to the call of the alpha.”

“What does that mean?” I asked as Hannon twisted and then bent, setting Jedrek’s changing form down and then pinning him against the bridge.

“An alpha has an alluring type of magic for a wolf. They are the leaders of the team, and they promise safety and security in exchange for obedience. Unless a wolf is powerful enough, he’ll succumb to the magic and fall in line. The amount of power you need to resist is dependent on the alpha, but Weston is incredibly powerful. It would take a lot of power to resist him when in wolf form. Jedrek won’t have it, bet you. Or maybe he won’t even try to resist. Hard to say.”

Jedrek finished shifting and snarled, surging up and throwing Hannon off. He lunged, going for Hannon’s jugular. I called out, stepping forward to help. Weston was already on the bridge, his teeth bared.

Neither of us made it in time.

Hannon grabbed Jedrek’s snout, one hand on the top and the other on the bottom, holding it open. Saliva dripped from Jedrek’s sharp teeth. Hannon fell back, the wolf toppling him onto the bridge. Without so much as a flash of rage, Hannon tensed, and then a wicked crack rent the air. He’d ripped his hands apart.

I flinched and then watched as Jedrek’s form went airborne, Hannon having gotten his feet under the suddenly limp wolf and launched him away. The body hit the rope and then spun away and down, into the lava.

My mouth dropped open.

“Welp,” Hadriel said with a crooked grin. “That settles it. Don’t fuck with Hannon.”

“Thank the goddess someone finally dealt with that idiot.” Micah walked off to the side, readying to shift. “I’ll always think of him as a possum, though.”

Weston gave a huff and turned back, quickly getting off the bridge.

Hannon met me back on my side. “Sorry, Finley,” he said softly, putting a hand on my shoulder. “I wasn’t thinking beyond trying to save myself.”

I shook my head slowly. Shock was still my prevalent emotion, but a bit of sadness and guilt were creeping in.

“You had no choice,” I said, looking down into the pit. “We should’ve forced him to shift earlier and had Weston take charge of him.”

“You didn’t know to do that.” Hadriel patted me. “He was a weasel, Finley. You’re better off.”

Much better off, my dragon said.

But I couldn’t help a prickle of guilt. He was seriously the worst, and I hadn’t ever liked him, but I should’ve gotten him out of here, at least. I should’ve taken better care of the situation. Leaders saved even the assholes. If I wanted to stand at Nyfain’s side, I’d need to learn to look after all the people, even the Jedreks.

“It was my fault, not yours, Finley,” Hannon said, his hand still on my shoulder. He could read me exceptionally well. “He didn’t want to leave, anyway. You can’t force someone to want to survive. You did what you could, and ultimately, I did what I had to. And you know what? I’m not sorry. He wasn’t to be trusted, and you’re safer this way.”

Hannon was right. It was hard to save someone who didn’t want to save themself.

“If he didn’t do it now, I was planning on doing it when you weren’t looking,” Vemar called, zero remorse.

“Come on.” Hadriel patted me again. “We need to get going, or we’ll all end up like him.”

Yes, we need to get going, my dragon said. We have to get out of here. He isn’t worth us all dying for.

She was right. They were all right. And in my heart of hearts, I had to own that the guilt wasn’t entirely because I’d failed to get him out. It was because a part of me felt relieved. After everything he’d put me through, a part of me hadn’t wanted to save him at all. A part of me had wanted to leave him behind. I felt guilty for being relieved that someone else had solved the problem of Jedrek.

I felt guilty for not being a better person.

Eventually I’d conquer my remorse about all this. I’d make peace with it. But right now, I needed to look after the living.

“Okay,” I said, taking a deep breath. I pointed at those who couldn’t change. “Who wants to go first? I’ll tie you up with the dragons’ clothes so that it’ll be a little easier to take you across.”

“I’ll shift, milady.” Leala handed off her whip to Hadriel, and I was too frazzled to ask what the fuck? before she reduced down into a sort of…monkey thing. Or a lemur. She had large brown eyes that looked too big for her face, ringed in black, with a small snout. Her body was brown with white areas, and her small, furry feet ended in little black claws.

“What is she?” I asked as she started slowly for the bridge.

“A slow loris,” Hadriel replied, stepping up to me with the whip outstretched. I took it, and he turned around so I could use it to secure his wrists. “Don’t let her dainty size fool you. They are one of the most venomous mammals. Their poison can suffocate. Not human-sized creatures so much, but still, a nip would give you a bad day.”