Eternal Vows (7 page)

“I’d usually be sick of your cockiness by now, but all things considered, I’m just glad you’re here.” She smiled as she took a step back, regarding his steel attire.

“Wow,” Frank said. “Maybe you should get kidnapped more often. See what happens when you let go of all that anger?”

“That’s a combination of gratitude and stress, not forgiveness. Don’t go getting excited.”

“Ouch.” He pretended to grab his heart.

“Anyway, get me out of here.” She peered at the open door, her eyes scanning the empty space to the left and right as her brain considered the best possible way out.

“Wait…it’s gonna be a minute. I’m with this rebel dude who hates the king. His name is Jules. We have to wait for him to signal that the coast is clear, and then I’ll escort you out as a prisoner. Armed knights are swarming the place.”

“I thought you took care of them.”

Frank shrugged. “I did…sort of.”

“Hmm. So what you really mean is that you sneaked in here.” Sarah threw her hands in the air. “Well, that’s fantastic. Let’s sneak back out then. You said the vehicle’s parked outside. How did you get your hands on a set of wheels? Did you drive it inside the cave?”

“Well, about that…” Frank laughed. “Technically, it snorts, but at least it doesn’t create a smog problem. I’m your knight in shining armor, right? It would only be proper that I ride you off into the sunset on a white steed.”

“A knight on a white horse?”
Gosh, could this day get any weirder?

Frank winced. “Well, technically, the horse isn’t white, but you get the idea.”

“Can it, Fabio. This isn’t some romance novel or fairytale, so can you just drop me off at the nearest Greyhound bus station?”

“Well, well, aren’t you quite the little comedian? Do you know how much work I put into this rescue mission?”

“Yes, Frank, and thank you. How’d you know where I was?” Shaking her head, she waved her hand. “Never mind. This isn’t the time. Let’s just say I appreciate it.” She eyed him up and down, knocking on his decorative etched breastplate. “You look like a walking tank, or maybe some kind of ancient Terminator.”

“Careful now. This is just a loaner from a friend I just met.”

“And he trusted you? I mean, you did crash my car into a pole a few months ago.”

Frank peered out the door. She caught the nervous flick of his tongue as he licked his upper lip. It was a telltale sign, even when he didn’t want to show his nerves. “If I remember correctly, you couldn’t drive because you were tipsy from too much champagne. You locked lips with me while—”

“No, I don’t remember it that way at all,” she lied. He’d looked so handsome in that tux that she couldn’t help it. “Anyway, you can rehash your misguided fantasies later. For now, what’s up with all of this? What the heck happened to us?”

“You tell me, ‘cause I never gave up on our whirlwind affair.”

She inhaled sharply. “I’m not talking about the relationship we
so
don’t have. I’m talking about this place. What is it? What happened? Where the heck are we?”

“Well, I wasn’t given a handbook, but I’ve been doing a lot of research. Uh, it seems we…uh…”

She smiled, knowing all too well that they’d entered some kind of portal, but she couldn’t pass on hearing Frank admit it. “I’m all ears.”

He averted his gaze as though the mere thought of what he was about to say embarrassed him. “Against all logical explanation and my better judgment, I must admit that we’ve somehow slipped into another dimension.”

“What?” she asked with her hands on her hips again. Those words could put a serious dent in your reputation, not to mention book sales. How can the greatest skeptic of all time admit to something so ridiculous?”

His face twitched, and he shuffled his feet, trying to avoid her gaze. “Trust me when I say it isn’t easy.”

“I’m not too floored. After all, I wrote a long article on how these beings use an intra-dimensional portal to gain access to our world. Don’t you remember asking me in front of hundreds of people at a conference if Chewy could use warp speed to get back to his world? And don’t forget all the cracks you made on my colleagues.”

Frank’s cheeks turned red. “Uh, the details of that are a little fuzzy, I’m afraid.”

She knocked on his metal chest. “You remember. Just admit it.”

“Sorry about that. When we get back, I’ll apologize to your team.”

“You’ll buy them dinner too. Flowers would be a nice touch, and chocolates with a nice card attached admitting that you’re an idiot.”

His jaw dropped. “Dinner, flowers, and candy? Are you kidding? There are thirty people on that team of yours.”

Sarah shrugged. “Sucks to be you then. Speaking of my team, where are they?” A shadow crossed his face, and her heart fell. “Did they come through the portal or are they back in California? If they came in after us, we should find them and make sure they’re okay.”

Frank smirked. “Yeah, I know you wish you could squeeze everyone to your bosom, but it’s kind of hard to do with a herd of Bigfoot on your butt.”

She pressed a palm to her chest, fighting the anxiety building up inside.
What’s wrong with being a nurturer, of wanting to take care of people?
She wished she’d done the same for her sister.

“We gotta go. We need to be in position for Jules’s whistle,” Frank said. “Ready to be my prisoner?”

“Yep. I feel like I was ripped out of my world and just thrown somewhere I don’t belong. I want to go home, and I have a funny feeling clicking my heels three times isn’t going to work.”

“Yeah, dirty boots can’t take the place of ruby red slippers, I’m afraid, even if I do look like the freaking Tin Man in this thing,” he joked, thumping his metal chest.

“Well, you could use a heart.” She smiled, stepped in front of him, and placed her hands behind her back. “Anyway, you got here in the nick of time. That psychopath thinks I’m some princess and plans on making me his wife.”

He let go of her hands. “What?”

She spun around. “If you hadn’t come, I’d be a queen. He wants me to bear his dozen offspring.”

Frank looked away, but she didn’t miss the narrowed eyes and the frown forming between his brows as he mumbled, “I don’t believe this.”

“Don’t worry. It’s not gonna happen. I got caught in the middle of a hellish war between two kings. The one who threw me down here mistook me for Princess Gloria, the daughter of the other king. He wants to use me as a pawn for vengeance. The idiot could’ve checked my
driver’s
license. It’s nothing more than a big fat case of mistaken identity and being in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Well, come on. We can talk on the way,” Frank whispered, motioning her to step in front of him so she could play a proper prisoner. But halfway up the corridor, he stopped. “Wait…I have an idea.”

“I don’t know what’s running through that mind of yours, but this might be the first and last time I’ll ever be willing to ride off into the sunset with you, so let’s just go.”

He turned to face her, lifting his visor, and let out a long breath. “What you just said changes everything. You’ve got to go back.”

She stared at him for a brief moment, unable to speak.
Why did I have to open my big mouth?
The thought of being left in that place made her gut tighten. “No! No way. You can’t just leave me here. Why? That makes no sense.”

He pressed his hands on her shoulders, his voice softening. “You
have
to marry the king.”

“What the heck are you talking about?” she asked. “Do you even hear yourself? How much ale have you been chugging with the locals?” Anger bubbled up inside her. She balled her hands, emotion choking her. “Wow, Frank. Really, I know you’re the jealous type, but this?” She took a steadying breath. “You’re even trying to speed things up by dumping me here.”

Frank shook his head, his eyes serious. “You’re staying.”

“He’s a lunatic. He threw me up against the wall and threatened my life.” And then it dawned on her. “Wait…there’s something in it for you, isn’t it? Are they making you editor-in-chief of the
Tastian Times
or the
Guardian Gazette
or something?”

“No! What do you take me for? That’s ludicrous.”

She shoved his shoulder. “Then tell me why!” She started to walk off, but Frank refused to budge. “What kind of knight in shining armor are you? You tease me with rescue only to send me back to my cold cell that’s in desperate need of fumigation?”

“You know there’s a method to my madness. I’ve been talking with my sources. We need that wedding ring to get back home. So you go play nice with Mr. King. Act like that princess and bat those eyelashes a million miles a minute if you have to.”

She crossed her arms. “What about the romantic dinner date I promised you for going into the cave? It’s not going to be so nice when I bring along
my new husband,
His Royal Pain in the—
”

“Yeah, that could be a deal-breaker.” He paused for a moment. “Leaving you in the arms of another suitor really sucks, but we don’t have any other choice. Is he at least hot?”

She glared. “Very.”

His jaw set. “He’ll never lay his filthy hands on you.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “Yet you want me to marry him.”

“I’ll get you out of here before he can consummate the marriage.”

“Let me get this straight, and excuse me if I’m a tad confused.” She took a deep breath. “You came here to rescue me, which you aren’t. Now you want me to marry King Victor, and you promise to make some triumphant return before Kingy McJerkwad has his way with me? Frank, I don’t get this at all. We should be running for the hills, but instead you’re doing a total 180 on me!”

“We aren’t going to get back to our dimension anytime soon. Those
Guardians, those Bigfeet, can go in and out as they please, but it’s not that easy for us.”

Sarah tapped a finger against her lips. “Explains why we can’t find a specimen now, doesn’t it?”

“Seriously? Do you really want to debate Bigfoot at a time like this?” He shook his head. “Anyway, a person can walk through the portal, but once they’re in, that’s it. There’s no getting out, unless we have this special key.”

“Let me guess…the key’s impossible to get? We’re stuck here in King Arthur Land, just like my sister probably is? How do you even know all of this?”

“I’ve been digging all morning and have found some reliable sources. There’s a way to get back through, but we have to open the lock with an ancient wedding ring that only royalty wears.”

“We’ll just find a way to steal one, to borrow it temporarily so we can get the heck outta here.”

Frank shook his head, a shadow crossing his face. “It’s not that easy, Sarah. The owner of the ring has to
wear
it when activating the portal.”

“You want me to exchange I-do’s with this guy so I will be royalty, so I’ll be handed the royal ring? You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Once I found you, my original plan was for us to somehow kidnap a queen, a prince, or maybe a king just long enough to open the portal.”

“You were going to hold them hostage with the…” She looked him up and down. “With the tranquilizer gun I gave you? Brilliant, Frank. Just brilliant…and completely insane.”

“Funny. I got the same reaction from the people I’ve met here. They told me it would be a suicide mission. Fortunately, thanks to you, we can scratch that and move on to Plan B.”

“What’re you saying?
You want me to be the queen in your crappy excuse of a plan?
The only way that will happen is if I marry Mr. Lunatic King so he’ll place a wedding ring on my finger.”

He pointed at her finger. “The vows won’t mean anything, Sarah, except that you’ll be wearing the key to the portal.”

She massaged her temples to ease the sudden tension building inside her skull. “What if this doesn’t work? I’ll be stuck as Queen Guinevere, married to some medieval—and I do mean evil—whack-job for the rest of my life, taking care of his bratty little minions.”

“It will work. It has to, or else we’re both gonna be ditching our careers and putting in applications at the Round Table.”

“That might work for you, Frank, but I’m not having it.” She scoffed. “I can fight with a sword if I have to, even if they’ve never heard of Joan of Arc. Regardless, I’m going to get my hands on that ring-slash-key because I’ll do anything to get back home.”

“I’ll come up with an escape plan.” Frank pulled her close. “If I didn’t think you were up for the challenge, I’d never have asked you to do this, but I know how tough you are. If anybody can pull this off, Sarah, it’s you.”

It was a bold and daring plan, and she had to stay strong, focused, and determined so they could pull it off and get back home. She simply could not allow fear to creep in. “Fine. King Victor is a royal pain in the butt, but don’t worry. I can handle him.” She touched Frank’s arm, knowing full well she should’ve never made Frank go inside that cave. Now they were stuck in some crazy world trying to pull off a jewelry heist. “I’m sorry I dragged you into all of this.”