Bab 266: A Kiss from a Rose, Part 1

To be clear, my fall over the edge was no accident. Honest.

These glowing white tendrils tackling me, their coils wrapping around my limbs and restricting me from moving to my defense, were so forceful they were admittedly hard to break out of but not impossible. 

The thing was, well, the cogs of my brain worked it out in those split-seconds of decision-making, I deduced that it was only a matter of time before Fenrisúlfr's spirit would either destroy the rest of Vlad's throne room—thereby relieving me of all that shiny treasure—or worse, it would have latched onto someone else. 

"Wisdom!" Liara screamed in fright. 

Case in point. 

I had no choice. 

"Liara!" 

I raised my hand in a gesture for her to stay still.

"Will!"

Her feet faltered as hesitation flashed on my fiancé's face. 

Good. 

With a glance filled with affection—our eyes locking onto each other—I whispered, "I'll see you later…"