Chapter 117
Cyrus walked through the various tents diligently inspecting every last one of them. He tried to focus on her presence and what he remembered she smelled like but there were too many people and too many smells for him to narrow in on her. He was starting to lose hope and feared the worst that she was never going to be rescued or he was too late and she had already perished.
He didn’t know what he would do with himself if he failed her twice. Just when he was giving up hope, he smelt something familiar. A special scent of blood filled his nose causing him to spin around and look at the tent he passed a moment ago. There was a woman tending to her wounds with her head down.
"Jahi?" He called her name and felt his heart skip a beat when her head looked up. Her usual blond hair was covered with what he presumed to be mud making it look brown. Her body had become smaller no doubt because slaves were not fed right.
"Cyrus?" She looked up at him with wide eyes. She blinked repeatedly and then rubbed her eyes with her hands as if she believed him to be an illusion. "Cyrus," Jahi called his name with excitement and tried to stand up but her body was still weak.
Cyrus caught her before she could fall. Just touching her felt weird because of how long he had been searching for her. Touching her made him realize this was reality and not like his dreams where he didn’t actually find her and he would wake up with her not around. He wanted to squeeze her tight and never let go but she was frail and it would hurt her.
"I have been trying to find you. I did not leave-"
"I know," she touched his cheek, not the slightest bit angry with him. "I was grouped up with too many demons for you to be able to track me. You were standing so close but I could not sense that it was you. Maybe I am too weak. Why are you wearing such fancy clothes?" She touched his shirt. "Are they giving them to us?"
Cyrus realized she thought he was a slave who was rescued and given good clothes. "The princess gave them to me. She saved me from becoming a slave and let me become her guard."
"Good job. The closer you are to her the easier it will be for you to kill her and all of her family. I have heard the king is already dead. I wished I could have been the one to kill him," Jahi muttered.