Caleb led the small troop of rescued and rescuers through the halls, checking the rooms as they went, waiting for the coming attack, but with each step further through the castle, they still hadn’t encountered one person to stop them. The guards, that just a short time ago had been everywhere, were gone, deserting their posts, running for their lives.
“Is it just me, or is this way too easy?” Kayne questioned.
“I expected more resistance,” Caleb agreed. “It’s like waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
“Dreyden and Bart must have the ones that aren’t running, protecting them,” Grey added.
“Possible,” Kayne agreed, as he looked around, waiting for someone to jump out at them. “But it’s like we have done this before.”
Caleb paused, looking to Kayne, thinking about what he said.
“You’re right, we have done this before,” Kayne agreed. “Niall’s rescue.” Glancing around, lifting their swords higher, memories of that day floated through their minds.
“Are you thinking that he has demons on retainer?” Roderic asked.
“I don’t know, but we do know that demons are the only things that can move from one world to another, and Dreyden has enough skills to summon them.”
They continued down the hall on high alert, as they moved towards the throne room. “I don’t like this,” Niall grumbled. “Something’s definitely up.”
“Would you all stop acting like old women?” Eve hissed from behind them. “Let’s face it guys, you scare the shit of most people. Whether you like it or not, you are very intimidating.”
“Eve, your choice of words, though flattering,” Roderic whispered in her ear, “have nothing to do with what we are talking about, so do us a favor, and zip it. Let us deal with the fighting stuff.”
Eve shot a dirty look over her shoulder at Roderic, who was standing behind her. “You will pay for that snarky remark, mister,” she forewarned him.
“I look forward to it.” Roderic laughed.
They came to a halt when Caleb signaled, as they stood outside the door to the throne room.