Darkyn's Mate (Day Four - Chapter Four, page 1 of 8)

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The next morning, Deidre found herself at the wall overlooking the red deserts of Hell. The air was hot and dry, the two suns too dim to shed much light into the black fortress. Any thought she had of trying to make it here faded whenever she saw the desert or thought about how Darkyn manipulated her.

She was scared again. The pictures Rhyn showed her wouldn't leave her thoughts, even if Darkyn had agreed to stop the slaughter. He would do it again. It's what he was.

She started to panic.

Deidre drew a deep breath. She missed nature. Real nature, not the barren landscape of Hell. She glanced around her, wondering what would happen if she just … left. Even for a short time to try to relax. Darkyn would find her no matter what, but she had the urge to see trees. Water. Grass. Anything familiar. . She absently reached for the hourglass and realized she'd left it on her nightstand.

She tried not to get her hopes up that a portal out of Hell would appear. Stilling her mind, she calmed herself. The portals didn't answer her at all when she was upset.

It opened at her request. Deidre was startled. She expected Darkyn to have severed her ability to leave. Glancing down at herself, she decided there was only one logical place for her to start.

Deidre stepped into the shadow world and paused. No one stopped her. Darkyn didn't appear to force her to return. She crossed the shadow world to the glowing portal that would take her where she wanted to go.

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