I Bought the exiled king (by Natalie Winter) novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117

Valencia

“Hey, where did you go?” I asked. I was confused and scared. But most importantly I was aware of the time ticking and didn’t have the luxury to wrap my brain around whatever was happening.

My brain was running overtime and I wanted to use all its energy on trying to save Killian. I would wonder about who the mysterious owner of this voice was or how it brough me here later wherever ‘here‘ was.

The voice chuckled.

“I thought you didn’t need me anymore”

What the hell?

“Who are you and how did you bring me here?” I asked. My eyes also looked around for something that could act as a weapon.

But the room appeared so dark I could barely see the walls faintly around me. And I didn’t want to venture into the unknown.

“You called for my help and I listened to you,” the voice finally answered.

But it made no sense?

“I didn’t call for you or your help! Take me back to my room. Killian is…dying!”

I forced the words out.

“Oh, I see. Is that why you called for me? To help this Killian of yours?” The voice asked, sounding genuinely curious.

And I furrowed my brows in confusion.

“Who are you and why can’t I see you?”

“Ah, answering a question with another question. Classic move, I see.”

The voice rambled and then suddenly I heard a click and a creak of something before which a window opened and cold air blasted

at me.

It was so sudden that I was pushed back a few feet.

I raised my hands in front of my face to block the torrent of wind that was slapping me in the face and hair. I could not see or hear anything over the wind roaring in my ears like an angry monster.

And just like it had started, the wind and its roaring stopped abruptly.

For a second, I stood there, confused about what had occurred before lowering my hands. In front of me was a window that was still open.

I could only see the sky outside it but it seemed like a sure way to get out. So I took a step forward but I was plucked off the floor and pushed back against the wall again.

My back slammed against the wall and a pained groan escaped my lips.

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I winced as the voice laughed like a maniac that was taunting me.

“What do you want from me?” I let out a shrill cry, anger and desperation replacing the fear I initially felt about just hearing a voice and not seeing a person speaking to me.

“I thought I was clear when I said you asked for help…and you also mentioned that you want to save someone. So is that it?”

It asked, and I tried to piece it together.

Was it possible?

A faceless voice could save Killian from the certain death looming over him?

And for the first time in the past few hours of my hopeless struggle, I felt a ray of hope blossom in my chest.

“C–could you help me?” I asked growing increasingly eager.

“I suppose I could” The voice answered.

I fell on my knees and joined my hands together, bowing my head low.

“Please, please help me. Please save Killian’s life.”

I begged while fresh tears continued to slip down my eyes, soaking my clothes wet.

“Oh, what a dilemma! You want me to save somebody’s life? I can’t do that.”

The voice said in a dismissive voice and just like that all the hope that had built up inside of me threatened to crash.

I hastily looked up and wiped my eyes.

“B–but you said you could help me.”

I argued. If this person, whoever he was, could not help me, why had he dragged me here when I could have spent these precious seconds trying to save Killian?

“That I did. You were screaming your lungs out and had this entire place shaking like a trembling leaf caught in the wind. I tried to ignore you but you would have teared this place down so of course, I had to show up.”

Huh?

What the hell was this faceless voice blabbering about?

“…I dont understand,” I whispered in confusion, more to myself than to the other voice in this room.

“Neither do I,” the voice admitted, but then I felt another brush behind my back and whirled around to again see not a sign of life around me.

Then the voice continued to speak as if it was not prodding and pricking me from behind every now and then like I was some rat it had caught in its trap.

“But your words were clear. You asked or rather begged whoever was listening to help you. So here I am.”

I blinked and strained my eyes to look, but nobody materialized in front of me out of thin air.

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“I dont know what prank somebody is playing, but please, if you can not help me save Killian, then you are of no use to me.”

I said, anger surfacing in my mind once again.

“Oh, I see. You need a favor from me. And seeing that I am the only one who answered your prayers, I would be very careful of the tone I was using if I were you.”

The voice warned, taking on a slightly bit offended tone.

“I can’t even see you or know your name,” I blurted out, still trying in vain to locate the source of the voice.

“Clever, aren’t you, to ask me of my name as if I would just give it to you! But I am intrigued, that I can’t deny.” That voice snapped, and one of the windows to this room opened again, and I was smacked in the face by a powerful gust of wind.

I was swept off my feet and landed on my butt again.

Perhaps this was its way of showing its emotions. And right now it was angry.

At me.

Well, fuck me!

“Just save Killian, please, I beg you.” I said, trying a different approach.;

If this thing was powerful enough to listen to my voice and hear my prayers, perhaps it was also powerful enough to spare Killian’s life.

“That’s more like it,” the voice said, sounding genuinely pleased.

Then it began to hmm as if it was considering my request. I didn’t want it to dismiss my request so I added as an after thought.

“Please save him. I will do anything you want.”

I begged desperately and the voice returned to answer me, sounding utterly pleased.

“Remember girl, you promised to do anything I want in exchange for saving the life of someone else!”

The voice demanded and I could feel the wind starting to catch up speed again.

“Yes, yes. Anything, Save him. Please!”

1 repeated and the voice seemed to have made its decision.

“Very well. I will return later to collect.”

With that the windows rattled along with the floor and I felt the floor tremble beneath me.

“Don’t forget your words!”

It said and then I felt myself being sucked in a vacuum and spit outside it a second later.

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