Feyre’s POVI screamed, a new wave of shock and terror seizing me but to my surprise, I wasn’t hurt anywhere. I remained where I was, uncertain of what waited for me outside and unwilling to fall into the grasp of yet another monster.A moment later, Garrick’s face showed at the opening of the crevice, a shotgun strapped around his shoulder. I sobbed loudly and scrambled out reaching for him immediately.He took my hand and pulled me out of the hole into his arms, my dirty body smearing his pristine clothes. He didn’t seem to care, shielding me from the rapidly cooling air with his arms until he was able to unfurl a blanket he’d been carrying on him.He wrapped the soft material around my shoulders without letting go of me. I gripped him tightly, face buried in his chest as I cried.Relief, gratitude, despair. All of them washed through me as I cried. He said not a word.Gently, as if I were glass prone to shattering at any moment, he picked me up from the floor and carried me bridal
Feyre’s POVTo my profound relief, the hunting party returned to the palace the following morning. There was a light breakfast, which a maid had thankfully enough, brought to my room, probably on the orders of Garrick. He had left me in the middle of the night after I’d managed to fall asleep. Thankfully, I had no intruders and up until this morning, no one had tried to bother me for any reason.We rode in the same car together, Garrick and I, with him going through different correspondence the same way he had on our way to the forest.I watched him quietly, curious about what he was doing but not brave enough to ask.He looked up at me with a raised brow, a silent inquiry as to what was wrong. I shook my head, a slight flush on my cheeks and he turned back to what he was doing.We spent the rest of the trip like that; him working and me looking out the window trying not to block out memories of the day before. I still felt very fragile, if my mind lingered too long on any of the memo
Feyre’s POV“Thank you for bringing her to me Lord Garrick,” Mordric said mockingly with a glance at Garrick. The Beta stiffened imperceptibly, staring down coldly at the other man.“I did not go at your behest Lord Mordric.” He said in a voice dripping with icy disdain. Mordric bowed his head“Of course. You have my gratitude all the same.” He said as if he had meant his first statement to be anything other than mocking.I could feel the waves of hostility emanating from Garrick towards him. I could only wonder what must have been said before my arrival here. Had Garrick protested his request again? Was that why he looked so angry and Mordric so smug?Mordric rose, his sharp gaze entirely on me.“It’s nice to see you again my dear.” He said strutting towards me, a bone-chilling smile on his face. I could not return the sentiment and I looked away.“Don’t worry. We will get much better acquainted in my facility.”He turned to Garrick, another polite smile on his face.“Lord Garrick, w
Feyre’s POVI followed him out of the lab on shaky legs, pressing the cotton wool to the needle injury the entire time.He led me through the halls, fluorescent lights glaring from the monochrome ceilings.I walked silently, the sound of our footsteps and my rapidly drumming heart echoing throughout the hall.Was he taking me to where we would begin? I couldn’t even begin to imagine what sort of experiments he had in mind.We came to the end of the hall. Automatic doors slid open and Mordric entered without hesitation.The doors closed behind me after I entered, cutting off the light from the hallway and leaving us in a dark, large room.A moment later, a light came on directly above our heads. We were on the landing of a metal staircase that led down to a huge, ware-house-looking room.I peered over the railing, but I couldn’t see much. Just shadows that seemed almost alive, prowling and waiting within the darkness.Mordric looked at me, a cold smile that did not reach his eyes or ev
Feyre’s POVDid I fall asleep or lose consciousness? I was not sure, but when my eyes reopened I was no longer in the dark cage.It was white all over, from the ceilings, to the padded walls, to the white marble underneath me.I blinked at the white, fluorescent light blaring from up ahead, my eyelids feeling like there was sandpaper underneath it.For some reason, I felt very weak, even the act of raising my neck to look around left me exhausted. A wave of dizziness hit and I dropped my head back down to the marble floor, hoping it would pass.A part of the white wall slid apart and a man dressed in white overalls and boots walked in with a white bowl of something and a bottle of water.My eyes immediately narrowed on the fluid, the dryness of my mouth suddenly unbearable at the sight of it.My throat burned painfully, my need great. I used what little strength I had in my body to drag myself into a sitting position, my back resting against the wall behind me.I was naked, but I coul
Feyre’s POVI whimpered as Mei-Mei walked towards me, syringe in hand and a small smile on her face, scuttling backward until my back hit the padded white wall.“Now Feyre.” Mordric called sternly “I usually have my subjects chained, but you’ve been a very good girl so far. Really well trained. Stay put or that will change. Expeditiously.”My eyes snapped to him and he inclined his head “Trust me, you’re not going to want that collar to go off while you have metal chains on you.”I swallowed, believing him immediately.My gaze darted back to the steadily advancing Mei-Mei, my pounding heart already in my throat.“Just relax and let her do what she does best. Mei-Mei is a consummate professional. She’s done this a hundred times before.”She turned to preen at Mordric before quickly refocusing her attention on me.“Give me your arm.” She said in that robotic way of hers. Slowly, I held out my trembling hand and she grasped it at the wrist before tying something above the site she wanted
Feyre’s POVWith those ominous parting words, Mordric left, possibly to prepare for the next experiment he wanted to carry out. If I understood him clearly, they would no longer be using the silver powder. Now, I, a non-wolf, would be tested against pure silver blade. If I didn’t die before the night was over, I would be shocked.Mei-Mei did as he instructed, giving me the antidote first. She allowed me be for a few minutes while it worked. Slowly, my heart rate reduced, the fire in my veins easing. I was no longer so consciously aware of my own heartbeat, or of how the blood rushed through every vessel, spreading the toxins that tormented me everywhere.When I could rise, she threw some coveralls on me and waited for me to drag them onto my body, then led me out of the white padded room.The monochrome walls of the facility hall met my weary gaze. I limped after Mei-Mei to a room nearby, the doors sliding open at her mere approach.There was a large bathroom inside with one shower an
Feyre’s POVDarkness swarmed all around me and I luxuriated in it, the reprieve it granted me from my pain eagerly embraced. A few times I was forcibly dragged from it, jerked into consciousness by whatever frantic attempts my captors made to undo what they had done. I would not let them, pulling back with impunity, dragging myself into the darkness that had saved me from their torment.Images came in flashes, my half-lidded eyes staring blankly straight ahead every time I was forced awake.I saw Mordric’s face, pale and panicked as he knelt over me. He turned to the side, his expression contorting into fury as he screamed words I could not hear. There was a hollow feeling in my ear that blocked everything else. Like my head was under a thick fluid that the harshest of sounds just couldn’t penetrate.I didn’t move, a faint giddiness wafting through me as darkness once more dragged me underneath. Hands clutch my shoulder as someone screams into my face. I barely heard them, body saggin
Feyre’s POVMy eyes closed, pain and shock emanating from my heart. Something was digging into my chest and closing around my already constricted heart. It was going to kill me—“Dymon stop! He’s tied himself with her! She’ll die if you kill him!” I heard someone— Possibly Garrick— scream.There was a moment of hesitation before the pain regressed as suddenly as it came and I started to heal, a dull ache left in its place.I heard a gleeful, maniacal laugh that could only be Xaden’s but it was far away. Dymon was near instead, cradling me into his arms with all the gentleness in the world, a look of worry on his face.“Are you okay?” He said anxiously. Xaden’s growled, cutting off any answer I might have had.“Keep your hands off my mate you filthy blood-sucker!”Dymon gaze flicked to him for a moment, dismissive as ever. One moment we were on the floor of Xaden’s odd shrine, the next he rose with me in his arms, moving with insane speed to another part of the castle.I didn't recogni
Feyre’s POVRetribution came hard and fast, a slap cracking across my cheek. I stumbled backward, clutching one side of my face, saved from tumbling to the floor by the wall that backed me. Xaden looked enraged as he glared down at me.“What right have you to refuse me whore?” He growled, his entire demeanor changing within the twinkle of an eye.“I don't—” A loud, rapid knock interrupted whatever it was I’d been going to say. A good thing too because I certainly would have gotten myself killed if I leaned into this anger. All the spite I felt kept bubbling up to my lips and spilling forth from them. A dangerous thing considering who I was talking to. For the first time since I’d felt it, I tried to control some of that boldness and anger that surged through me. It immediately quietened.Xaden noticed my sudden quiescence enough that his golden eye flicked over to me, a curious glint in them, before turning back to the person who had burst in on us without his permission.It was Garri
Feyre’s POVMy father barely had me for a full hour before I was bundled into a black bulletproof van and whipped away from my childhood home. I hadn’t seen any of my step-siblings and I hadn’t wanted to. Hell, I hadn’t even wanted to see my father. I’d spent the entire time in his custody with my eyes firmly shut, praying to wake up from the horrible dream I was in. He hadn’t said much to me, my father. He’d gruffly asked me if I’d had my first shift now that the curse was lifted. I’d given him a look but hadn’t deigned to respond and after several uneventful tries, he’d left it, and me, well alone.I hadn’t been told but I knew where I was being taken and I dreaded it. I didn’t need to overhear my captors or try to map the direction we were going in. I knew who had made my father kidnap me and give me away immediately without even trying to exploit my newfound powers himself first. I knew whose power and wealth extended through all wolven territories, enough that even the remote isl
Dymon's POVI should never have listened to Golran. In the weeks that followed my return to Drusden, that one regret was at the forefront of my mind.I had previously thought myself above such petty inclinations, but as day after without Feyre’s presence passed, I couldn't help but think how much I missed her. I fell into a petulant gloom, spending most of my days brooding in my office, thinking about her all the time in between a few productive hours when I got things done.Centuries of a life lived made it easy to put things out of mind especially once they were out of sight. Yet, I found myself indulging in memories, not to mention fantasies, all revolving around this one person.She was a slip of a girl. Barely twenty-one and yet had a wariness to her that belied pain lasting a century. Of course, she hadn’t been so wary the last night we’d spent together. No— then she had been confident and bold, brimming with passion and oozing a desire she’d eventually drowned me with.By the g
Feyre’s POVIt had been two weeks since Dymon left the island and it wasn't any easier to accept. I tried, for the most part, to act as normally as possible. I went to meals with my family and got to know them. I went for walks through the garden with my grandfather and heard more tales— not just of my mother— but of the island and dire wolves even.I spoke to Dymon, but only sometimes, on the phone he got me. He sent text messages and I would stare at them for hours, days even, before I replied.I was angry, I think, although I did not dare say it. I didn’t think it my place or right to ask why, to tell him not to go. So I remained silent and occasionally told him I was fine whenever he checked in.That he would run so suddenly, without any explanation after the night we shared threw me off entirely. For a moment, I’d thought there was something between us.Something past the desire that was keeping us going.He hadn't even let us entertain the thought, or really talk about it all be
Dymon’s POVI wasn’t surprised when barely an hour after breakfast, a maid came to request my presence at Golran’s office. The exchange between Feyre and I couldn’t have lasted more than seconds, but it was enough for his sharp eyes to notice and now I suspected I was going to be cross-examined on my intentions or any actions I’d taken on his granddaughter so far. I wasn’t at all ready for it, I had yet to examine my feelings on the drastic way my relationship with Feyre had suddenly… evolved. Still, while I was here, I preferred to sow seeds of goodwill and keep the peace by doing as requested. It would make things easier, not just for me, but for Feyre.With that in mind, I swallowed my longsuffering sigh and followed the maid, allowing her to lead me once again to Golran’s office.He was waiting for me to arrive, his eyes snapping to the door the moment I knocked and opened it. The maid didn’t enter with me and I closed the door behind me before taking one of the seats he silently
Feyre POVI was in a much clearer head space when I woke up the next morning. I sat up feeling better than I could remember feeling in years and blinked at the half-naked vampire standing a few meters beside the bed, murmuring into a phone. A rush of memories from the night before came tumbling into my mind, resulting a rose tinge on my cheeks. There was a dull ache in my limbs, a pleased tingle between my thighs which hinted that a repeat performance would not be out of place.He turned then, crimson eyes catching my gaze and he paused for a moment as we stared at each other.It took a few more moments, but he rounded up his call, staring at me the entire time until he finally hung up. Even then he didn’t look away. He stalked towards me, an appreciative glint in his eyes that made me shiver. It wasn’t until that heated gaze swept down my body and back, the desire in them thickening, that I realized I was naked. Arousal quickened my pulse and puckered my nipples and I shivered again
Feyre’s POVThere was a need in me that I couldn’t put my finger on. I didn’t understand it at first, but it had consumed my every thought since I set my eyes on Dymon again, after returning to consciousness. I didn’t know if it was a side-effect of the spell or if it was something else entirely, but I had been inordinately pleased by him and now, I itched with a desire to make him mine.His lips moved over my own, gentle yet firm and I drank greedily, the flames of need fanning ever so higher. Such exquisite pleasure was foreign to me, yet I embraced it with eagerness and glee that I could hardly believe. Dymon himself was very careful, but then, he always was. His hands rested lightly on my shoulders as if he was doing his best to keep me at bay even as we kissed. Discontent licked at my insides, along with that fiercely burning need again and I did the first thing I was sure would assuage it. I pressed closer against him and the action seemed to please him as much as it did me beca
Dymon’s POVOnce Feyre clung to me, she didn’t want to let go. I couldn’t claim to dislike it, so being the hedonistic creature I was, I eagerly indulged her, slipping my arm around her waist so I could draw her even closer— as close as I could get away with in polite company like this.I ignored the dirty looks the half-breed Elvin witch sent my way, glancing down at Feyre instead. Her purple eyes, brighter and richer somehow, neigh pulsed back at me.“It worked?” She asked, disbelief clear in her voice and a smile tugged at my lips, relief washing through me as the realization hit.She pulled away from me to stare down at her own body and left me mourning the loss of her closeness. Her warmth. Her face held a mixture of wonder and disbelief, even as the realization slowly dawned.“Something feels a little different, but not too much to be honest. I feel… normal.” She said inclining her head as she regarded me. My breath caught in my throat seeing the way her eyes glittered, the unde