It was probably a good thing that I had so much coffee in me; it almost made the walk to our death bearable.
"Daddy," I whined as I 'stumbled' over a vine. "My feet hurt."
"Suck it up, Princess," said Selene, tightening the knife on my neck slightly. She had traded out the bow and arrow for a very sharp knife. It had managed to cut me a few times now. Never deep enough to cause any sort of damage, but deep enough to draw blood.
And if you thought my men were ferial when Selene first pointed an arrow at me, it was nothing compared to when they could smell my blood.
But it wasn't just the guys that were starting to become more unhinged, I could have sworn that even the jungle itself was pissed off.
"I don't want to suck it up," I replied, cocking my head to the side and getting another nick for my troubles. This one was a bit deeper, and the blood was now dripping onto the path, leaving a trail behind us. "I want to be carried. I want Daddy to carry me."
