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“You took me to an Oracle?”Adelaide’s voice rises steadily as anger courses through her and I stand, conflicted and unable to think of what might calm her down.“You would have met him one way or the other, Adelaide. Trust me, this was the safest way.”“You could have fucking told me!”Her words lash out like a whip and I recoil.I could have. I could have told her Alizadeh would search her the moment he saw her but what good would that have been?“If I had told you, you’d have tried to guard against him and that never ends well. Alizadeh would kill you on the spot and how do you even guard against such power? He didn’t read your mind, Adelaide, he did something much more intricate. If he saw something that didn’t satisfy him in your future he’d have killed you. It was either you meet him now, in the presence of Lyros and Rafie and me, when we could watch for his reaction and protect you if he deemed it fit to kill you, than meeting him in the hallway or in the library. He’d have k
I almost forgot how hard training with Cain is.His sword hits mine with unbridled force and sparks fly whenever we clash. Cain is relentless and unpredictable in the way he attacks and I barely keep myself from falling victim to the blade he wields.His fighting style is sleek, almost flud, and compared to him I'm like a baby on two left feet.My sword flies out of my hand again and a pit forms in my stomach as I hear it embed itself into the nearest tree. Cain’s sword is at my throat again, so close I feel a simple exhale would have my skin splitting open like butter under the attack of a knife.“Dead again Adelaide.”I bite my cheek to stop myself from screaming. Screaming will do nothing to salvage my situation.“You’re using too much force on me. How do you expect me to beat you?”The words come out of a place of frustration but they sound right when they’re out. Cain retracts his sword and cocks an eyebrow up in question so I let it out.“It’s unfair that I get to practice with
Safira hugs me the minute she sees me and soon I'm breathing in the sweet jasmine that’s her scent. The fact that I actually missed her strikes me as surprising, but I guess I'm not the only one who missed someone else.Safira’s hold on my neck becomes tighter and a strange feeling takes hold of me. Something’s bothering her.“Are you okay Safira?”She nods and lets go of me, but when I look at her, her eyes tell a different story. They say tears have leaked from us in torrents, and no matter how much we shed, it might never be enough. Something has happened.And I was freaking asleep when it did.Guards march past us and the clatter of chainmail and unsheathed sword steals my attention for a while. When I look back at Safira, the wall is up. She’s put on a resigned look and she’s in the middle of releasing a deep breath.It is closely followed with a mellow smile after which she walks over, linking our elbows together and dragging me along.“I heard you got attacked in the woods toda
It takes some time for me to find Lyros but I do.I had to walk back to the spot where we met him on the fields and when I didn't find him there, I took myself down to the throne room. He’s also not there so I take myself down to the room we both share.The room he killed a woman for because I was absent from it.The urge to trash the room overcomes me. I always dreamt of doing that when I was back at the pack. My parents would make me arrange half the rooms in the packhouse and it sucked to do that when the wolves who slept in them didn’t show me the barest inkling of kindness. I fantasized about ripping pillows up and turning bed sheets into useless strips of fabric.I want to do that to this room, but fear stops me.Fear of Lyros and what he’ll do to Cain.I find him at the entrance to the flower maze, like he’s been waiting for me and as his eyes turn to meet mine, all the repressed violence I've been keeping under the surface rises in one violent burst.I lunge for him.I know it
She asks the question I've been asking myself for a while now.Adelaide stands at arm’s reach, the distance between us something that can be closed with a few steps but the look in her eyes making me feel there are leagues and leagues of distance between us.Her stance is defiant, her eyes twitch from the pain she must be getting from her skull but she stands there, and waits for an answer,I laugh.It’s an odd sound, a sound that rings sultry and cracked. Anger flows through me like liquid fire and a strange annoyance rises in me.“Who are you to ask me that?”The words come out with an unfamiliar air to them. I feel I am speaking to myself as much as I am speaking to her but my eyes are firmly on her.“What right do you have to ask me if I want you, Adelaide?” I step closer and she doesn’t move away. She doesn’t back down.Good.I stop in front of her smaller frame and peer into her eyes. Soft brown eyes that would consume the icy blue of mine if they could.My magic caresses her m
“How bad is it?” There’s silence in my cell. An almost deafening silence that has remained constant for the past two days. My first day here, I could only hear the sound of my heart and the inhales and exhales I took, but now that silence has been broken, and I don't know if she’s asking me about herself or my current situation. Adelaide smells… provoking. The sort of scent that would send males for miles and miles into heat. There’s a tropicality to the scent that wafts off her, and my mind shouldn’t stray there but it does. I have to look away from her before I can regain some control of my thoughts and I regret the words the moment I say them. “Why are you here?” The temperature in my cold cell seems to drop a thousand degrees lower and the wall behind me feels chill down to the last brick. I hear Adelaide chuckle. I hear the hurt she hides within that chuckle and I feel her presence as she moves closer to grab the bars. There’s a calmness to her voice when she speaks. A
My eyes sting when I close them to blink and it’s not a bad sting.It’s the kind of sting that accompanies the dull ache in my bones. I feel like I've been drained of energy, and it’s not a spectacular feeling.I kick a stray stone my eyes latch onto before a scoff escapes my lips.What the fuck did I think I was doing breaking down like that? I must have looked so silly.And Cain.A liquid feeling surfaces in my body and I feel it as it moves, from my heart to my brain and then a full sweep down to my core.Cain seems to be misunderstanding some things.When I say I want to be free, I mean I want to be free to love him.I still want to have the power to live my life without a Lycan king breathing down my neck, or parents who never loved me humiliating me, and dooming me to a life of insignificance and disgrace.I may have escaped the latter, or not, but my concept of freedom has changed now.An image of Lyros taking me back to my parent’s pack surfaces in my mind and for the first ti
Priam leads me into the forests. A million possibilities fly around in my head. What if he’s lying about Alizadeh and this is just a plan to have me killed? He could kill me right now and bury my body in these woods, but he would never get away with it. As scary as Lyros is, he’s also capable. I saw that in the house of the Lycan King beyond the border. Images from that time flash past my eyes and I see him once again, on the phone, a smile on his face as he speaks to someone. Things were bad at that time but not as bad as they were now. “Watch the snake.” My blood freezes over and my stop is instantaneous. I have a foot raised and beneath it, slithering ever closer, is a creature that makes my breath catch. It almost makes me suffocate at the same time. There are snakes in these woods? “You can keep on walking. She won’t bite.” SHE. Priam knows this reptile on a personal level. I don’t know if I’m to cling closer to him because of that or flee as fast as I can. “How many p