Page 89 of Rake My Lust

And then we’re ready to fly.

“To Rhennic,” I say, as I gaze around our group. “No stops, no hesitation. We get there tonight, and hope to all the gods he can help me with everything that’s messing with my mind right now, since the Council’s excommunication. I need to remember everything I’ve lost; why we’re on this hunt for the Black Dragon, everything we’ve learned about it, and who else needs us to complete this quest. Because I feel like it’s the most important hunt of my life, except I can’t remember who I’m hunting for.”

“You will remember.” Bjorn squeezes my waist. “We’ll make sure of that.”

“I hope so…”

As I kiss him, sweet and brief, the twins are shifting up. Ström shifts after them, then Bjorn and I, launching up into the late afternoon skies.

We head southwest to pick up our arcane items from The Chartreuse, then fly over Denmark, Germany, the Netherlands, and Belgium as we head down to Paris. Rhennic’s home at Château de Chambord is southwest of Paris, however, in the Loire valley. If we fly fast, we should be able to make it by nightfall.

I remember everything about Paris and France, Chambord and Rhennic, as we set off towards the lowering sun, flying fast through Copenhagen’s restricted airspace without a care for their Jarl’s orders so we can get to The Chartreuse, then the Gilded Cage, and claim our shit.

I can’t remember anything about my original home, however, as I finally recall I did have a home before France. It eludes me, as Ifly with rage and wrath inside me, smelted into one terrible ball of bright-dark fury at what they did to me.

The Black Dragon Knight’s Council thrust their power in, ripping out my heart. But I’m going to rip out all their hearts, those who did this, as soon as I get my memories back.

Once I recall just who the fuck they are.

And just where the fuck I need to go, to kill them.