“What?” I asked.
Drake smiled tightly. “Your human male isn’t sure how he feels about you. He’s torn. He cares for you, but he loathes half of what you are. He cannot reconcile those two halves.”
The breath I sucked in burned, and a knot formed in the back of my throat, making my voice hoarse. “Why should I believe what you’re saying?”
“Because I’ve been inside your head and you share those same fears,” he replied. “You fear that he feels that way, and you would be right. He does.”
I paced in front of the dresser, folding my arms around my waist. The knot expanded in my throat.
“Why would you want to be with someone who does not fully accept who you are?” he asked.
That was a great question, and one that lingered in the back of my thoughts far too often. Frustrated, I started wearing a path in the plush carpet that surrounded the massive bed. Keeping my cool probably wasn’t going to happen. “Do you really think telling me these things is going to help?”
“Yes.”
My hands curled into fists. “It’s not.”
“You made a deal, so in the end, it doesn’t really matter, does it?” he replied. “You have seventeen days left.”
I shuddered. “I’d rather you kill me than remind me of that.”
“I thought you didn’t want to die.” Drake dropped into the chair by the window, and he sat like he always did, thighs spread wide and shoulders pressed back. He turned every chair into a throne, and it annoyed me greatly. “When you were on your back and I’d broken some very important things inside you, didn’t you want to live? Has that changed?”
“Yes.” I made another pass in front of the bed, the stupid dress whispering around my ankles. “Your mere presence makes me wish for a fifty-story window to jump out of and a cement sidewalk below. Or a moat. A moat with a dozen hungry alligators in it.”
He smirked. “You always paint such lovely pictures with your words, little bird.”
“I’m going to paint lovely pictures with your intestines,” I shot back.
Drake laughed.
I hated him.
Seriously.
“Resist all you want.” He dismissively flicked his wrist as he turned his gaze to the window. “We have a deal. In the end, you will be under me and I will plant my seed in your belly.”
My lip curled with disgust and I stopped pacing. I told myself to shut up, but my mouth moved without my control. “That has to be the most revolting thing I’ve ever heard.”
He raised one shoulder, managing to make a shrug look elegant.
Anger rose inside me, my nearly constant companion. “Do you really think I want this?” He opened his mouth. “Don’t answer that question,” I warned. “We made a deal, because you gave me no other option. I don’t want you, and I sure as hell don’t want to bear your child.”
A smirk graced his perfect lips and his pale gaze centered on me. “Oh, we’ll see about that.”
I laughed bitterly. “Oh no, me wanting this is never going to happen. Like, the never-ever part is Taylor Swift level of never-ever.”
A look of confusion appeared on his face.
“I know I’m no longer of any use to you once I pop out the apocalypse baby—”
He sighed. “I wish you would stop calling the baby that.”
I ignored him. “Once I pop out the apocalypse baby, you’re going to kill me. I don’t care how hot you think you are, or how skilled you like to believe your magic cock is, me not wanting this is my life insurance policy.”
“I thought you wanted a window to jump out of and a moat full of hungry alligators.”
My eyes narrowed. “Maybe I don’t plan to honor our deal. Unlike the fae, I’m not bound by my promises.”
He tipped his head back, closing his eyes. My back stiffened. I was insulted. Offended. I was a badass fighter, and he was so not scared of me that he was about to take a freaking nap!
“You know, little bird,” he said slowly, his fingers tapping along the arm of the black chair. “I plan to keep you afterward. Your mouth amuses me. Perhaps I will have a pretty cage fashioned to hold my pretty red-headed bird.”
I gaped at him. “You should go update your Match.com profile with that information. The ladies will be lining up outside, because nothing screams romance like being held captive in a cage.”
Drake chuckled darkly. “Ah, you are amusing.”
“I am not amusing!” I lifted my chin. “I’m pissed.”
“Really,” he replied dryly. “I never would’ve guessed that.”
Heat swept over me as my anger creeped into cut-a-bitch territory. “I’m going to kill you. I will find a way, and I will kill you for everything you have done to Ren, and everything you’re doing to me.”
The prince tipped his head to the side.
“And that’s not a warning. It’s a promise I won’t even consider backing out of.”
His fingers stilled, and that should have been warning enough, but I was too pissed to recognize that I’d gone too far.
The prince was out of the chair and in front of me in less than half a second. Not even a heartbeat had passed. How fast he could move would never cease to amaze and terrify me.
He gripped my arm and spun me around. His hand landed in the center of my back, but I didn’t fall forward. Oh no, I flew forward. Like the length of the room. I threw my hands out, and my palms smacked into the paneled wall a second before my face would have.
The prince was at my back in under a nanosecond, pressing and sealing my body to the wall. “My amusement has its limitations, little bird.” His breath was icy against my ear. “There’s something you haven’t realized, and I am done waiting for it to connect. There are worse things I could do to you than end your life. And it’s time you learned that.”
Oh. Shit.
Chapter Twenty-Five
I wasn’t surprised when the metal band was snapped around my neck again, but when he took the chain and dragged me out into the hallway, I had no idea what was about to go down.
The whole earning his trust thing had belly-flopped out the window.
Drake didn’t speak as he led me downstairs, and there was no way I was getting away from him at this moment. Not when he was this angry.
I wasn’t stupid. Running my mouth may have made it appear that way, but I was smart enough to taste fear on the tip of my tongue.
There was a blur of fae faces as he took me back toward the room full of cots and humans. The ancient guarding the door eyed the chain wrapped around Drake’s fist, smirking as he stepped aside. My cheeks burned with humiliation. Being led around, dragged from one room to the next with a chain in this ridiculous dress went beyond public shame.
He moved to the center of the room, and I stopped just inside, my toes curling against the cool wood floor. The cots weren’t nearly as full as they had been the last time I was here. Three of them were occupied. One of the humans, a female who looked like she was in her mid-thirties, was awake, staring listlessly at the ceiling. The other two were guys who looked like they were barely in their twenties, and they were asleep or passed out.
There was only one other fae in the room, a male who was leaning against the wall, his attention focused on the cellphone in his hand. I wondered if he was checking his Facebook account, and I squelched a hysterical giggle.
Drake looked over his shoulder, brows furrowed. Our gazes met, and a smile formed on his lips, turning cruel. A second later, he jerked the chain.
I resisted, and pressure clamped down on my neck, making it hard to swallow or breathe. Panic balled in the pit of my stomach, heavy like stones. Reflex took over, and I gripped the chain.
“You fight me even though you know it’s pointless.” Drake walked toward me, and the tension in the chain eased. Air rushing down my throat pushed back the panic. He stopped in front of me. “It’s either incredibly foolish or courageous. Which is it?”
I met his stare but refused to answer his
question.
One eyebrow rose as he leaned in. His mouth was next to my cheek. “You’re a fighter, even when it’s useless. I can respect that, but that doesn’t mean I won’t break you.”
Turning my head from his, I exhaled roughly. “You’re not going to break me.”
“Is that so? I think I’m already well on my way.” He lifted the chain, rattling it. “You’re in my chains, eating my food, sleeping in my bed, and wearing my clothes.” His head tilted as he reached up with his other hand and traced a finger along my neck. I leaned back, and he chuckled as if I amused him. “You’ve already agreed to be with me. How exactly am I not breaking you, little bird?”
Anger flashed through me, causing my heart to pound in my ears. I lifted my gaze to his. “You will not break me.”
His grin widened, freezing the fire in my veins. It was also secretive and knowing, like he’d already read the book and knew how it would end. “I’ve only met a few halflings over the many centuries I’ve been alive.”
Centuries? I knew he was old, but good lord.
The prince turned, leading me over to where the woman lay. She didn’t move or look up at us. “We once had many humans in the Otherworld. They didn’t last very long. The feeding or the environment always got to them in the end, but we bred them, replenishing our stock before their inevitable deaths.”
I shuddered with disgust. The fae truly treated humans like cattle.
He didn’t seem to notice my distaste. “Unfortunately, the Otherworld is dying. Everything is turning cold and dead. The environment is no longer suitable to sustain human life, and without humans, we age . . . and we die.”
Something occurred to me. “Turning cold? Like the weather?”
Drake nodded.
My eyes widened. “It’s happening here. The cold spell.” I thought of the withered, dying vines outside of my apartment. “It’s because you’re here.”
“It’s adjusting to our needs,” he replied.
“But will your presence have the same impact here, like it did in the Otherworld?”
He shrugged. “It could, but it will take thousands of years. The weather will continue to cool. Winter is in our blood, after all.”
Shock rendered me speechless for a moment. “I thought the courts were dismantled. That summer and winter joined together and—”
His deep laugh silenced me. “The two courts did not simply join together. We overtook the summer court centuries ago. Winter rules all.”
I was barely able to process this before he started speaking again.
“Every so often, a fae would impregnate a human. Things sometimes got out of . . . control while feeding,” he said, grinning, and I remembered what Tink had said he’d seen once in the clearing in the Otherworld. The prince with several women. I imagined that could get kind of complicated. “Before we knew of the prophecy—the loophole surrounding the doorways—halflings were generally seen as an abomination. They were killed.”
“God,” I muttered.
“As if your kind treats halflings any better?”
I pressed my lips together, because he had a point, but whatever.
“But there were times when one of our kind took a liking to the human, to the child, and the halfling would grow.” Drake walked between the cots, tugging me along with him. The woman’s gaze drifted toward us. Placing a hand on my shoulder, he pushed me down with enough pressure that I couldn’t resist. He forced me to sit beside the woman. “Do you know what we discovered about halflings?”
A prickle of unease quickly grew until it felt like a thousand tiny needles dragging across my skin. Every muscle in my body grew rigid as he sat beside me. The cot was small, so there was very little room. The side of his body pressed against mine, and my thigh rested against the woman’s leg.
Drake leaned in, curling an arm around my waist, tightening the chain. “We learned that halflings could feed just like us.”
My wide eyes met his as a new horror gave birth, chilling my skin. “No,” I whispered.
“Yes,” he replied, his voice low. “It’s quite simple. It’s like a kiss. You just have to inhale and want it, and it will happen. You just need to know that you can do it. The first couple of times is like . . . taking a hit. It’s a lot for your system to handle, but you will get a handle on it.”
I shook my head, suddenly understanding his earlier smile. This wasn’t going to happen. No way.
“I think you need to explore your other half.” His hand left my waist, moving behind me and toward the woman. She stirred and started to sit up. “It’s time that you discover who you truly are.”
“No way.” I tried to stand, but he held the chain, forcing me to stay seated. Panic clawed at my throat, and I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs. “There is no way I’m feeding off of anyone. That’s not who I am.”
“You don’t know what you are,” he responded. “You have no idea.”
“I know who I am.” I glanced at the woman. She was staring at us. Waiting. Her expression was blank, devoid of all thought and emotion. Did she know what was happening? “I’m Ivy Morgan. I’m a member of the Order. I’m human, and I don’t feed on other humans.”
“You are a halfling, and you will do as I say.”
“Never,” I whispered, my hands curling into fists.
The prince leaned over as he curled his hand around my chin. His grip was controlling, and I hated every place his skin touched mine. “You do remember that I can make you.”
My heart plummeted as realization set in. Drake could make me. He could make me do anything. Strip naked and dance around the room. Get on my knees before him. Jump through a window. I no longer had the protection of the clover. I could be manipulated just like any other human. For some foolish, horrible reason, I’d relied on the fact he couldn’t force me into bed to conceive a child, but that barrier didn’t extend to anything else.
“No.” I tried to yank my head out of his iron-clad grip. Real fear erupted in my gut. “Don’t do this. Please. Don’t make me do this.”
“You will want to do this.” He guided my gaze to his, and before I could squeeze my eyes shut or even prepare myself, our gazes locked and there was something in his eyes, something about him that I couldn’t look away from. Time seemed to slow down, and all that existed was the fast, erratic beat of my heart and his gaze. His eyes weren’t just one shade of blue, I realized. They were several dizzying shades of pale blue and violet. Like a glacier deep in the ocean, there was so much depth. “You may even like it,” he murmured, smoothing his thumb over my jaw. “My will is yours.”
My lips parted. I didn’t agree with him. I couldn’t exactly remember why, but I knew I should, especially when Drake spoke to the woman beside me. I’d forgotten her and jumped a little when she placed her small, frail hand on my shoulder. I twisted toward her even though I knew that wasn’t wise.
“Show her,” Drake said.
He was talking to this woman, and I didn’t understand what he meant, but she seemed to know, because her eyes drifted shut and she leaned into me, the front of her body against mine. I thought she was going to kiss me. Her mouth lined up with mine.
Drake’s hand slipped from my chin to the band around my neck. I hated that band. It symbolized everything that I had lost.
“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” Drake murmured in my ear, derailing my thoughts. “You’re so thirsty. A need is burning bright in your stomach, lighting up every cell in your body. You need.”
He was right.
My stomach felt hollow. My throat felt parched. I’d eaten earlier, but I was . . . I was starving now. I needed.
“It’s not food you desire. It’s not water that will quench your thirst. You need life. You need a part of her. And she can give you what you need,” he explained, his voice as smooth as a lullaby. “Take it.”
My heart thundered in my chest. I couldn’t . . .
“She wants to give it to you,” he said, and I thought for some reason t
hat might not be true. “Show her.”
Another hand curled around my shoulder, and I was tugged forward. There was no chain stopping me. The woman spoke and her hands moved, but I didn’t understand what she was saying. My eyelids were too heavy, and I couldn’t keep them open.
“Inhale,” the voice ordered, and that one word was everywhere, outside of me and in me, and I did what felt . . . right.
I inhaled.
The woman jerked, her fingers spasming around my arms. An odd coolness slid over my lips and tongue. It reminded me of iced coffee on the hottest summer day. It was like stripping down and diving into water. But it was more. It was like electricity. A jolt of pure caffeine wrapped in ice. It rushed down my throat, hitting that empty spot.
And then it hit every place in me.
It was too much.
My senses sparked to life. Senses I didn’t even know existed. Something surrounded me, and I . . . I was invincible. My eyes were still closed, but I saw every shade of color. Red. Blue. Green. Yellow. And more, over and over, a rainbow that was inside me. The hunger dulled and the thirst eased off. I wasn’t hollow anymore. Oh no, I was so very full and warm even though the tip of my tongue felt cool.
“That’s it,” a deep, rough voice said. “Feed.”
I inhaled again without thinking.
Nails dug through my thin dress, pulling and tearing at the cloth. There was a sound, a pitiful whimper, but I was alive and my skin was tingling with electricity. I had no idea how much time had passed, but I slowly became aware of the woman no longer clutching my arms. She was on her back, and I was leaning over her. Then I wasn’t on the cot. I was on my feet, and the prince was beside me, his mouth on my throat and his hand in my hair, but I didn’t understand a single thing he said. Then we were moving—walking.
When I stumbled out of the room, my gaze collided with someone I knew. Someone who had been kind to me. Faye. Maybe it wasn’t her. I wasn’t sure. I couldn’t focus on her. Not when the walls were shaking and the floor was rippling.
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