“How do you do this?” she shouted over the roaring wind. “I feel as if I’m about to fall.”
She felt his arm fold around her waist, securing her to him.
“Better?” he enquired.
It wasn’t long before they were landing inside the walls of Altsina.
Storm got off first and picked her up before placing her carefully on her feet.
“Are you okay to walk now?” he asked.
“I think so.”
“Is this your new bitch then, Storm?” asked a bitter voice from the steps that led to the doors.
Storm tensed immediately. “No, Sara, she is not.”
“Hm, I’m sure. You could do much better.”
Sara was a fairly tall brunette dressed in a short dress that hugged her overly curvaceous figure.
“Leave her alone, Sara.”
“Or what? What will you do, Storm?”
“You forget the hold I have on you?”
“No,” she said with a slow smile, “I do not forget. I know well what you threaten, but I also know that you will not follow through with them.”
Storm’s fists clenched and his eyes darkened slightly.
“Temper, love, we don’t want an accident, do we?”
Storm suddenly shot over, clamping his hand around her throat.
“Do not underestimate me, Sara. You know nothing of the violence of my past,” he said in a low voice.
“Doesn’t this bring back happy memories,” she choked out.
“Stop it, you fool.”
“Come back to me, Storm.”
He dropped her, obviously angry. “We were never together, Sara; you made a little fantasy world where we were.”
Sara stood up straight, her face slightly purple. She thrust her chin into the air and brushed past him, turning into a bird of some sort and flying away.
Storm sighed with irate relief.
“Who was that?” Beth asked.
“My worst decision in the past century. Are you sure you can walk?”
Beth moved over to him without a word.
“Good. Now, I’m going to go and pass out for the next few hours.”
Storm walked into the castle quickly. After a moment, Beth followed, but she couldn’t see him anywhere.
She walked up the stairs slowly and didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to go to her room, should she see Isabella there or on the way and she didn’t have anywhere else to go really.
Then she remembered all of the libraries she’d been shown in the morning’s quick tour, courtesy of Ibby.
She headed towards one of them and looked around the empty large room. Bright chandeliers hung from the ceiling; floor lamps sat next to armchairs all around the room; wall lamps jutted out of the blue wallpaper at regular intervals. Rows and rows of bookshelves spread right across the room.
Beth looked across a few of the titles, finding she could read the Tan’ganta.
“If you come looking for novels, you will not find them here,” said a female voice from near the door.