First Drop

" How much longer are you going to keep me tied up? " A girly voice slightly annoyed and totally unconcerned with the lion's injuries muffled Mufasa's growls of pain.

Kyle stiffened at the familiar voice and an excruciating pang in his heart squeezed his chest, momentarily cutting off his breathing. Turning slowly, a contrite grimace covered his face as he met his sister's jaded gaze. Good actress or not, he could still detect in her eyes the distress she was vainly trying to hide.

"Maeve, you know very well why I can't untie you."

It cost him to say this, but he had no other choice. For, hours earlier, his sister had tried to kill him. His physical wounds had long since healed, but those in his heart were still burning.