Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew

*Andrew’s POV*

I was going to murder Ronnie! I was going to stick my sword so far up his ass, er… I was going to stick Snakebite so far up his ass, I was going to pick his motherfucking teeth with her! Ronnie was one of my men, I outranked him! He should have been following my lead, coming to my aid! Instead that fucker had instigated surprising me, binding me to a cursed bench, and then stuffed a rag in my mouth! I seethed, furious, unable to get free.

I couldn’t believe Blasko was going to go through with this! Being a Commanding Officer, I knew Pete’s heritage, but any idiot would have been able to see that he was more than just a ‘little’ different. Sure, he was a nice guy, if strange, but I had seen what he could do. He was the strongest Fae I’d ever seen in my life. So Eliza had kneed Nikki in the genitals- so what? That doesn’t mean she’s fit to face off against Big Pete, for fuck’s sake!!! No one is allowed to train with Pete, he has to do everything alone, and for good reason! He might accidentally kill her, he’s so damn powerful. Visions of Pete ripping the jaws off of his foes, his signature move, ran rampant through my head. Why the fuck did he always have to do that, anyways? It was creepy. Though, I had to admit, it had the desired effect on enemy morale. Ugh… I shook my head, trying to banish the images. I could at least be sure that Pete would never rip Eliza’s jaw off. At least, not intentionally. Worry filled me again.

As if sensing my concern, Pete turned on his way to the sparring circle, and saw that I had been trussed up like a spring ham. His resonant, rumbling laughter practically made my head vibrate, as everyone else decided to take note, laughing at my expense as well. I saw even Eliza was chuckling at me, and my wretched, pathetic heart broke a bit.

Fine. I would cease struggling. If Eliza died, I would take my leave of the Wild Ones entirely for putting the life at risk of someone I cared about, though she refused to look after herself. What was so funny about someone taking interest in the health and welfare of their ward, I wasn’t sure. Pete was deadly. Pete was so fucking lethal, he wasn’t permitted to spar, it just wasn’t safe. And I was being ridiculed, en masse, for being displeased that he and my grievously wounded charge were about to do exactly that? So much for taking care of our own.

If Eliza survived, I would not let her from my sight again, I wouldn’t let her down again. I glared at Blasko. To say he was also on my shit-list would be an understatement. Blasko had some explaining to do, and yet he just chortled, then turned his back on me. He would regret it if any harm came to Eliza. They all would.

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