Feyre’s POVI followed the maid all the way to the official wing of the palace where the King’s throne room and offices sat, mind racing the entire time. Xaden was supposed to have been done with me by now. I had no idea why I was currently being taken to him. That I was going along with a maid and not Garrick whose quiet presence usually gave me some measure of strength made it all the more harder. I kept my head as low as I could get away with and trailed quietly behind her, ignoring the pointed looks from the men and women we passed in their various suits. It was the busiest area by far as evidenced by the sheer number of people we passed, all of them eyeing me unkindly. I wished I had Dymon’s jacket to protect me from the staring eyes, but I’d been given no time to prepare for this impromptu visit. Plus I’m pretty sure I would be severely punished if I covered up to see Xaden of all people.I had to deal with walking through offices in a bright blue teddy and it made me feel like
Feyre’s POVI ran all the way back to the harem without stopping, not bothering to wait for the guard to call me an escort. The moment I was out of Xaden’s grasp, all I could think about was being away from him and the safest place I could do that within these palace walls was back in the harem.When I returned to my room and took in the still-empty bed, my briefly forgotten anxiety about Mishka returned in full force. Where was she? I thought morosely, mind considering all the possibilities, yet rejecting the one that stood out most glaringly.She could not be gone. Mordric could not have just taken her life like that. Not without some sort of repercussion. After all, even though he’d been at the party, he was still not one of the King’s favored allies. He was but a lackey. A high-ranking one quite all right, but still only a lackey. Not King, ruler, or even a general.There was no way he could get away with murdering her.Yet he would have gotten away with doing it to me, what was s
Feyre’s POVI struggled as hard as I could, each and every move I made futile, but it did not stop me from trying to get out from under his hold.He seemed to enjoy my helpless flailing, chuckling as he practically bundled me out of the harem. We attracted stares from many onlookers but no one intervened. How could they without risking a fate even worse for themselves?He forced me out the door and paused at the guard that was coming at that same moment. “Are you blind boy? Get the hell out of my way.” He snapped, and the guard’s eyes fell on me then widened “Um, I’m sorry sir, but I was requested to escort this girl to the King’s wing.” General Oben snarled “Requested? By whom? The King has his own special set of whores. He doesn’t need the likes of her.”“By Lord Dymon General.”Oben paused, a deep scowl stamped all over his features. “Surely he can stand to wait. I’ve already booked her, you see.”“Sir, He left clear instructions that I was to bring her to him my Lord, whether sh
Feyre’s POVWe played many rounds of the game, conversation sparse, yet easy between us. He won each one, but I did not mind, and losing to him was almost fun, especially when he would mockingly encourage me with little quips about how Rome was not conquered in a day, and eventually, I would run into some luck. I was surprised to find that I was enjoying myself in the end, a decidedly different outcome from how I feared to be spending my afternoon.“Ha! You can’t use that move on me twice. I’m on to you now!” I exclaimed, getting far ahead of myself and he gave me an indulgently amused look.“Oh? Heavens then. I must be careful.” He drawled before lazily moving one of his pieces in a way that had my look of triumph turning into confusion and then disbelief as he once more cornered my King.“How did you… that’s not…”“Your eyes must see the entire battlefield Feyre. Not just the little spots of action I try to distract you with.”I flicked said eyes up to his, and almost immediately lo
Dymon’s POVI was surprised she handed me the necklace, as attached as I knew she was to it. Yet she did, with a brave face and slightly trembling hands.I opened my hand to receive it, careful not to touch her. I was not particularly averse to her contact, but I suspected it might startle her too much. Considering her experiences with other patrons, I didn’t want to risk it.“Thank you Feyre. I know this must be hard.” I closed my fingers over the pendant curious to find that while it was overcast in steel, the interior was pure silver. I felt the familiar tingling I associated with silver run up my palm and knew it was no mistake. I could speculate as to why it was designed that way, wolves were incredibly weakened by silver after all so it would make sense to coat any jewelry made for them with another material. Considering it was a talisman, however, the choice of silver for it was quite interesting seeing as silver was a poor conductor of magic.Later when I was alone, I would ex
Feyre’s POVI was left alone for the rest of the evening, to my complete and utter surprise. Even though Dymon had said he would make sure Madame Esmelda knew I was occupied for the night, I still half expected Oben to burst in and drag me back over to his room.I couldn’t relax even after being let off the hook for the night. Worry about what would happen to me tomorrow and about Mishka enveloped me.I slept poorly, tossing and turning the entire night. By the next morning, I was exhausted, face drawn, eyes sunken and puffy, mind sick.I only just managed to crawl out of bed in the morning and clean myself up before dragging my body out to get some food in it. My period of refuge was up, the time Dymon had bought me expiring with the morning.I expected General Oben to pull up any moment now, and wanted to get a little strength before he carted me off. I wondered if I should go find Madame Esmelda so I could ask her about Mishka. I was probably going to die soon anyway. I wanted some
Feyre’s POVI remained hidden within my room for the rest of the day, only venturing out in the evening when hunger would not allow me to isolate myself for much longer.I almost turned back, due to the hostile looks I received as I passed, but no one stopped me and I went to the mess hall uninterrupted to get my dinner.I had no idea what Dymon had done, but I wish to the gods that he hadn’t. I was more terrified now than I’d ever been before, an even bigger target on my back than the one Garrick unwittingly set on me. Everyone in the harem now hated me, and whatever immunity he’d bought me now, would fade in no time. I would regret this more after he departed and I was left to deal with all the people who felt slighted. From the girls, to the madame to General Oben.I came well after the dinner hour, so aside from a handful of girls, the mess hall was empty.I took my dinner from the serving maid, a small bowl of chicken noodle soup, and after a brief internal debate on whether or n
Feyre’s POVI went back to my room feeling slightly better than before. Just the fact that I knew someone was now on her case, was enough to have me breathing a bit easier. My worry only reduced, however, not disappeared. There was a chance Mordric had taken her to his facility instead and even though the thought of her alone in those dirty, cramped cages filled me with anger, I would take it a thousand times over to her being dead.I hoped to the gods and back that she was still alive. I didn’t know how I would carry on if she wasn’t.Still, for the first time in days, I was able to push Mishka out of my mind almost completely, long enough to read some of the books I’d gathered to find out more about my wolf.I’d had no further foray into that dark void of nothingness that held my wolf captive. I missed the sight of her─ the warmth that emanated from her presence, the invisible connecting thread that had thickened between us the last time I’d met with her. The sound of her voice in m
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