by Katie May
"Is that a nickname?" I cooed mockingly. "That's so sweet. I knew you cared."
His nostrils flared.
"Why would I give you a nickname? I don't like you." He spoke these words candidly, the sincerity in them almost impossible to deny. Almost. But I was his mate, after all, and I knew his tell.
The slightest hitch of breath was definitely one of them.
Ignoring it, I continued walking, purposefully pushing branches out of my way only to have them hit Bash square in the chest. I smiled in satisfaction when he grumbled.
"So do you have another lover we need to know about?" Bash snarkily inquired. “You seemed awfully close to that human.” Why couldn't he just shut the hell up for more than a moment? For fuck's sake...
"Jealous?" I quipped.
"Disgusted would be a better word. I never knew you to be a cheater on top of-" Before he could even finish his thought, I had him pinned to a tree, my arm at his throat. He blinked rapidly at me, heat rising to his cheeks.
Was he...?
There was no mistaking the heat emanating from his eyes as I held him hostage. His breaths shuddered in and out.
"Don't talk about me like that," I hissed. "I didn't want this mate bond either, asshole. But the last thing I would ever do is cheat on them...or you, for that matter. Though sometimes I want to fucking stab you."
"Oh, how you flatter me," Bash drawled dramatically.
“Go have an orgy or something and leave me alone," I snapped, my already thin patience splintering like a ball being thrown on a slate of ice. When the ice broke, I was immediately submerged in an icy cold water that made goosebumps erupt on my skin. "Wait. You can't have one. Because you can't get fucking hard."
We were both breathing heavily, and I saw Bash's pupils dilate.
He leaned over me, and I knew he was going to kiss me. I couldn't decide if I wanted him to...or if I wanted to knee him in the balls. All I knew for certain was that his hot breath fanned over my face, smelling distinctly of peppermints, and I was slowly losing all mental capabilities. When he exhaled, those damn lips parted seductively. He was so handsome, and it fucking bothered me.
How could such a dick be so beautiful? How could such a dick be my mate?
"I can’t fucking stand this," Bash whispered hoarsely. Huskily. "I don't want to be a puppet in fate's grand plan, you know? I don't want to be fated to love someone."
He leaned even closer, a trickle of blond hair caressing my cheek. His forehead rested against mine. If I didn't know Bash like I did, I would've almost described his eyes as tender. Reverent. Loving.
But I did.
"Z..." His eyes flickered upwards, over my shoulder, and in a span of seconds, I was falling to the ground, Bash standing protectively in front of me. Before I could even scream at him for shoving me, I took stock of who he was protecting me from.
Or what.
It was unlike anything I had ever seen before with decaying flesh and milky, sunken eyeballs. It was completely naked, revealing withered, gray skin that reminded me vaguely of a raisin. Its nose consisted of two large holes directly in the center of its face. And when it opened its mouth, head canted to the side, I saw row after row of sharp teeth. More teeth than should've been possible - I counted at least three rows, formed in a circle in its mouth
The creature's nostrils - holes - expanded, and it tottered forward when it caught a scent. My scent, if the direction of its eyes was any indication. It let out a guttural scream, lunging forward. It didn't walk. The combination of abnormally long legs and a small upper body made it seem as if it was flying, leaping, propelling itself off its back legs.
Bash muttered something beneath his breath, an incantation, I realized, and extended a hand. Golden sparks flickered to life, and he directed it towards the creature. His hand still raised, he pushed the sparks towards the monster.
I watched in rapt fascination as fire engulfed the creature immediately. Glorious red flames spread from its head to its small, naked torso, down to its legs, and finally rooted itself at its feet.
Scrambling to my feet, I released a knife from its customary sheath at my side. I didn't know if Bash's hand on my shoulder was meant to be restraining or comforting, but either way, I pushed it off and marched towards the withering creature.
Up close, even with the flames charring the skin, I could see how hideous it actually was. Mottled, gray skin and wispy black streaks of hair at its head. Those unseeing white eyes. The pervasive scent of urine combined with burning flesh.
Disgust churned in my lower belly, but my hand was steady as I tossed the dagger into its head.
The monster collapsed to the ground, the dagger protruding from its forehead and flames continually eating away at its sunken skin.
I exchanged a glance with Bash, both of us breathing heavy from adrenaline and, in Bash’s case, over-exertion. I noted sweat dripping from Bash's forehead - a product of the spell he had cast. Still, he managed to level me with a glare that made the fire burning appear cold.
"What the hell were you doing?" he snapped, stalking up to me. His hands grabbed my shoulders and gave them a shake. I eyed his hands through a slitted gaze, and he dropped them immediately.
Good choice, running under the impression he wanted to keep those limbs in the first place.
"I had it taken care of," he continued curtly. "You didn't have to jump in there like some motherfucking hero. You could've been hurt. The fire could've burned you!"
I rolled my eyes. At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if they remained glued to the back of my head.
"He, the creature, was in agony, Bash. What was I supposed to do? Allow him to burn a slow and painful death while I watched? Believe it or not, I'm not a monster." My tone was more defensive than I wanted it to be, bitterness seeping through despite my best efforts. Bash's face softened considerably, and he hesitantly placed his hands back on my shoulders. This time, I let him.
I didn't know why, only that a part of me craved the comfort he offered. I knew he wasn't the type who would hold my hand and tell me everything would be okay, so the comfort he did offer, though scarce, I lapped up greedily.
"I know that," he said softly. "And I know you could've handled it yourself. It's just...seeing him - it - come at you...fuck! I don't know."
He released me as if I had burned him, pacing. His eyes occasionally flashed towards the decaying corpse.
"What the hell even is that thing?" I asked, nodding towards the disgusting creature. His - I was under the impression it was a male - features were unrecognizable now, the fire completely eating away the rest of his skin to reveal the brittle bone beneath. That must've been one hell of a fire. Even where I stood, now a few feet away, I could feel the heat it emanated in blistering waves.
"I'm not certain...but..." Bash trailed off, casting a scathing glance once more at the corpse. I raised a brow at him to continue, and he sighed resignedly. "It reminds me of a story my dad used to read to me before bed. About a princess, a prince, and the monster that attacked and killed her. The prince killed himself in grief."
"That was the bedtime story your dad told you?" I gasped in disbelief, heart breaking for younger Bash. “That’s fucked up.”
He tossed me a glare.
"Not important. Anyway, the creature was described exactly like the thing that attacked us. Holes for a nose. Circular mouth with hundreds of little teeth. Gray skin. It scared the shit out of me when I was younger."
"What is it?" I repeated. There were minuscule pains all throughout my body, but I couldn’t tell the source. The fight hadn’t been too strenuous, so why did it feel like I ran twenty miles? I absently rubbed at my nose, shocked when my hand came away stained with blood. I hid it behind my back before Bash could notice.
"A Revenant." Bash's voice was quiet, but it carried easily through the suddenly stilled forest. Not even animals wanted to bear witness to what had transpired. The tranquility was nothing more than an illusion, betraying how fucked up eve
rything actually was.
Bash sighed once more, a hand combing through his blond hair. "They have been extinct for years now," he admitted. "That...thing...shouldn't exist."
TWELVE
DAIR
Father stared at me over the dinner table, fork partially lifted and a contemplative expression on his face. I squirmed, unease prickling my skin at his undivided attention. Even Tavvy noticed my father's uncharacteristic interest in me, skin wrinkling around his eyes and brows in irritation.
Poor, envious bastard. For once, he wasn't the center of attention.
What Tavvy didn't know was my willingness to sell my soul to escape my father. I didn't want his attention. I didn't want those crystal clear blue eyes, the same shade as my own, to be fixated on me with an interest that made my hair stand on end. I didn't want to be on the receiving end of his punishing hand, his cruel words, his excessive games.
But freedom was a foreign concept, one grafted from this improbable ideology that we were actually made to be free. That was a lie. We were born only to serve those in power. To bow down to those higher than us, stronger than us, faster than us. It wasn't so much a hierarchy as it was a way of life.
You were either born with power, or you weren't.
But every person, my father included, had a weakness. His weakness wasn't physical, but mental. It was the same affinity that plagued the rest of my family and species. Envy.
It was for that reason alone Father had dozens of wives, each one a different age, a different skin color, and a different body type. His favorite wife at the moment, Marcella, sat in the seat beside him, dark skin and dark hair a contrast to my mother's own golden hair and golden skin - a trait that I had inherited.
Marcella, noticing my stare, leaned over, revealing her ample breasts and cleavage. Disgust filled me instantly, and I turned away. Tavvy had no such qualms, flashing Marcella a sultry grin and unabashedly staring at her breasts. No doubt, he would track her down and fuck her later.
As was always the case with Father's new wives.
Tavvy got jealous, fucked them, and then let Father know. More than one woman had paid the price for Tavvy's transgressions even if the woman hadn’t been a willing participant.
More than a few of Father’s wives had come onto me as well, despite my disability. I knew they only wanted me to prove a point, to mark me off their list, put a notch in their bedpost, to tell the world that they had conquered the impossible. I hadn't ever been inclined to indulge myself in such scandalous - and frankly, disgusting - activities, but that distaste had turned into complete and utter revulsion now that I had found my mate.
Of course, the rest of the world didn't know about that. It was a secret I would take to my grave until the time was right.
My father...
The cold hearted bastard would steal her before I could stop him. Before any of us could stop him. We may be the princes, but we were suffocated by the rules and regulations of courts. That wasn't to say that we wouldn't break all of them for Z, we would, but it meant having a relationship with her was slightly more difficult than one would anticipate after meeting his mate.
Not one of us was against running away with her. Leaving the Capital and never returning.
But we knew Z would never stand for it. As crowned princes, we had the capability to actually make change. To fix this world that our parents broke. Between the human work camps, the resistance groups, and Aaliyah, it wasn't practical to run from our problems. Not yet, at least.
"What did you do today, son?" Father asked. It took me a moment to realize he was talking to me. It took me another moment to lift my jaw off the ground at the realization that he had addressed me for the first time in forever.
Tavvy's jaw tightened.
"Um..."
"Hid away in the water, probably," Tavvy sneered. My other two brothers, twins, snickered despite the fact there was nothing remotely funny about that statement.
"Are you excited for the ball?" continued Father, stabbing his fork into a fillet of fish.
"Um..."
I was at a loss for words on how to respond. I couldn't remember the last time I had my father's attention besides when he was harming me. I wasn't dumb enough to believe he held actual interest in my welfare or feelings. If anything, this was a trap.
He was just waiting to ensnare me.
I remembered when he used to set up traps in the fields surrounding our castle. For rabbits, he had said.
Of course, no rabbits were ever captured. Instead, my father carried in armed resistance leaders and assassins.
Fear tightened my throat muscles, clogging my airway. All I could do was stare at my father with barely concealed resentment and confusion, waiting not so patiently for the other shoe to fall.
"As this party is to celebrate Z's accomplishments, I have decided it would only be fitting for one of my sons to escort her." His lips curled, resembling a sneer more than an actual smile. "What would the kids say? A date? Yes, a date. One of my sons shall be her date to the ball."
Once again, he threw me a pointed stare.
Understanding didn't just dawn on me, but pelted me in the face with the strength of a mountain. Smothering me until I could barely breathe let alone speak. My heart clenched painfully in tandem to my fingers clenching around my fork. My knuckles were white, the veins beneath my skin visible.
Somehow, someway, my father knew. How he discovered it remained a mystery, but there was no denying the telltale glimmer in his eyes, privy to a joke the rest of the world hadn't heard.
Father pulled his focus away from mine, and it felt like I could breathe again. My breathing stuttered, nerves thrumming, I focused back on my meal. Father's next words effectively suffocated me once more.
"Tavvy, it would make me a proud father to have you escort Z to the ball."
The world spun rapidly, dizzily. The floor dropped out from underneath me, and I was spun head over heels. Pounding reverberated in my brain, and even my deep breaths did nothing to dispel the growing panic.
Dozens of emotions slammed into me, physical blows. Anger at my father. Distress. Jealousy so potent that it contaminated the air like an acidic fog. The earth continued to disappear from under me, a gaping chasm that consisted of nothing but emptiness and darkness. A sickly tar that clung to my skin and hair, as black as night.
Trying to stop these emotions was like trying to stop the waves from touching the shoreline with my bare hands. They overwhelmed me in its intensity, pulling me deeper and deeper into the swirling whirlpool with no hope of escape.
Tavvy sat up straighter, an imperious set to his chin that hadn't been there previously. His smile was malicious and cruel, eyes glimmering like beaded jewels.
"I would be honored, Father," he said diplomatically. Despite his tone, there was no denying the glee in his voice and the twinkle in his eyes.
I knew this couldn't be allowed. Not only would Z's other mates, my brothers, not stand for it, but Z herself would fight tooth and nail if she was forced into the presence of this scumbag. She may not have realized the extent of the damage he had caused not only me but others as well, but she knew enough to stay clear of him.
"Father...rethink this. Please," I said stiffly. My tone brokered no room for argument.
When Father blinked at me rapidly, I realized it was the first time I had ever stood up to him before. Ever spoke back. Now that he knew, or at least suspected, the truth of my relationship with Z, I had no qualms about standing up to him to protect her. Standing, being the ironic term.
Forever confined to my chair minus the few brief minutes of relief before once again my legs were stripped from me. Phantom pain resonated through every pore of my body at the memory, but I pushed it down.
"Yes, my son?" He wiped his mouth on a napkin.
"Z is..." I trailed off, unsure how to articulate my excuse.
"A psychotic sexy bitch?" Tavvy taunted, and my fingers curled into a fist. Hearing him call her both a bitch and
sexy made me want to kill him. Painfully. With a variety of very sharp weapons.
Maybe Z was rubbing off on me already.
"Shut your mouth!" I screamed before I could stop myself. Anger thrummed through my veins, alighting me. The white hot explosion churned like molten lava just beneath the surface, a hair’s breadth away from exploding.
Father slammed his fist onto the table, cutting off whatever retort Tavvy had. Tavvy turned his glare on our father before bowing his hand submissively.
"Dair, come. Now." His tone was the no-nonsense one he reserved for only me. The tone that meant it was either my life...or my mother's.
Or Z's.
Trembling with incandescent fury, I wheeled myself towards where my father was now standing, near the door to the dining hall. This building was specifically built for Mermaid royalty. I knew, from experience, that the door opposite would lead to the bedrooms and the lake. The door behind Father led to the sitting room and the King's office.
As I passed Marcella, she dropped her hand onto my crotch, palming me. I hissed, throwing her disgusting hand off me.
"Don't ever touch me again, or else I’ll kill you," I said darkly. Her face paled at my tone, and she sank further back in her seat. My threat on her, at least, had worked.
Father let out a boisterous laugh.
"Don't be threatening my wife, son," he said jovially. Marcella's face paled even more, and I almost felt bad for her. Almost. We all knew what type of punishments Father dished out when he felt he had been slighted. His preferred wife showing attention to his bastard son? The retribution for that particular act promised pain. Lots and lots of pain.
Tavvy stood as well, moving to stand behind my chair. The twins, surprisingly, remained at the table, eating.
Maybe not surprising, if the looks they threw Marcella were any indication.
Tavvy pushed my chair forward, down the hallway and into Father's office.
The room was as sophisticated and elegant as the man itself, a modern, mahogany desk freshly polished in the very center. A bookshelf devoid of any books took up one wall, and the window was open. The smell of salt wafted to me, and I knew that this room overlooked the immense saltwater lake.