Fishing the key from his weapons belt, she moved quickly to unlock the dungeon door.
Emerie’s gaze met the Duskwalker’s white orbs.
Knowing it wouldn’t lock, Emerie closed the door once she’d dragged the guard inside. Then she spun to the Duskwalker while removing her face coverings, remembering he didn’t like them.
Now, his orbs were a dark yellow.
“What are you–” he started before she leapt into action.
“Let’s get you out of here,” she rushed out around quick breaths. She stormed to one of the crank wheels beside him and shoved against it with all her might until the board forcing him into a kneeling position came away just enough for her to get her arms behind him. “However – please don’t take this the wrong way because I’m sure you feel the same about me – I don’t trust you.”
While he was still trapped and unable to stop her, Emerie wrapped enchanted rope around his waist. Then she twisted the free lengths together to make an anchor point and pushed each end of the rope through the loops already wrapped around his wrists. Threading back to the centre point and giving him plenty of room, she then did the same with the rope at his ankles, as well as his tail.
It almost looked like his back had a knotted harness.
Luck favours the prepared. And she was going to need the universe to give her a lot of luck tonight; it was better to aid it along the way.
“Are you freeing me? Why?”
She wrapped a cloth over his nose holes and secured it, making sure the herb bag attached to it was firmly against those concave notches in his skull. This better work. Hopefully he can’t smell blood through this.
“Because I don’t agree with any of this, and I don’t deserve to live if I allow it.” Emerie then yanked her obsidian blade from the holster on her thigh. She pointed the tip of it at his beak. “But hear me now. Without me, you won’t escape this place. You’ll get lost down here. I’m going to ride your back and give you directions, and you’re going to promise me that you won’t hurt anyone on purpose.”
“I told you. I cannot make this promise,” he whined, his orbs flashing blue. Once more, his honesty on the matter touched her.
She was glad he wasn’t a liar.
Regardless of what he said, she still cut the connecting part of the rope around his neck, leaving the loop of it so she had something to hold onto while she rode him.
“I know,” she muttered. “I know you said you won’t be able to help it for a few reasons, but I’m asking you to try. That’s all I ask in return for freeing you. To not kill my people if you don’t have to.” She cut away the loop around his chest, then the one around his waist she hadn’t placed on him. “I know you probably want retribution for the higher-ups hurting you, but you’d be an idiot for trying. They might capture you again, and they will kill me for freeing you. You won’t get another chance. Please, promise me.”
“I… promise to try.”
For the first time in days, he was able to move his hips back and forth. He was also able to move his head slightly, despite the chains still clamped around his horns.
Just as she went to bend down to cut away the looping section that was threaded around his thighs and calves, someone fisted her hair.
Emerie gasped as she was yanked back and tossed to the ground. Landing on her side, all she could think was, What the fuck?! I didn’t hear the door opening!
However, the woman straddling her torso while raising a knife above her to spear her chest wasn’t wearing a Demonslayer uniform.
Instead, a white feather from her cloak fluttered between them. A woman with brown skin and dark hair glared down at her with an expression so fierce it was harrowing.
“Wait, stop!” Ingram yelled, just as that blade came down. Emerie shoved her obsidian dagger up to block it.
She punched the woman in the side of the face with enough force to knock her to the left. Emerie pushed her off and bounced to her feet.
“Who the hell are you?” Emerie snapped through gritted teeth, her dagger at the ready as they circled the room.
Both poised to strike, both ready to defend themselves.
“I am life, and I am death,” she muttered before she lunged. “And I will free this Mavka from your tortures!”
Emerie’s eyes widened. She crouched low enough so she could bash the woman’s hand upward to evade it before rolling to the side.
The woman wearing a white cloak of feathers, a dirt-stained white dress, and no shoes, swiftly turned to her. There was a dangerous, calculating glint in her eyes.
“Wait! Just hold up a second.” She put her hands up, one still holding her dagger, in a surrendering position. “I’m also trying to free him.”
That dangerous edge to her dark-brown eyes softened. She didn’t look away from Emerie, untrusting and still ready to attack.
“It’s why I’m here.” She pointed to the currently bound guard who had awoken at some point and was screaming against his mouth gag.
The woman looked Emerie up and down. “Why are you helping him?”
“No reason.” She shook her head. “There’s no ulterior motive. Just his release.”
“It is true,” Ingram agreed, who had enough room to shake his chains more.
The keen gaze of the mystery woman flicked to the already cut bits of rope around his knees before coming back to Emerie.
“Fine.” Then she nodded in the direction of the door. “I can do the rest.”
This was her opportunity to back out of this, knowing someone was on his side – even if it wasn’t her. But with a guard who had witnessed everything, the many others who had seen her walking this way, plus those at the armoury… she’d be the first suspect.
There was also one other problem.
“I know the best way out of here,” Emerie stated. “Zagros Fortress is like a labyrinth to those that don’t know it, and he’ll never make it through the front doors. I know a side door that leads to the yard and then another door that leads to the forest.”
Had they not shown her the night she’d captured this very Duskwalker, she wouldn’t have known about them.
“We will be fine,” the woman answered. “Those we come across will not get in our way.”
“He promised me he wouldn’t hurt anyone on purpose,” Emerie pleaded.
“Their deaths are deserved after what they’ve been doing to him.”
“I know.” Emerie’s features twisted with a wince. “But I’m offering a better chance of his escape. One that may not have to end in bloodshed. You’re human, you should understand.”
“Human?” the woman mused. “That I am not.” Then she turned to the Duskwalker. “What do you want?”
Ingram’s head tilted just enough to show he was looking between them. He seemed just as surprised as she was that the woman had asked him.
“I made a promise…” he hedged, then his orbs shifted to a bright orange. “I don’t wish to break it. She is also the only one who has been kind to me here.”
With a sigh, eyeing Emerie from the corner of her eye, she nodded. “If that’s what you want.”