Rest, I reminded myself. Try to get some sleep. Maybe something will happen in the morning.
I kept my eyes stubbornly closed, but rather than shut down, my brain decided that this would be a fantastic time for a rousing game of that old classic, second-guess every decision you’ve ever made in your entire life.
So I did that for a while.
Then I played what will Rans do when he wakes up to find you gone, which was no better. Since the two obvious answers were ‘shrug and go on like nothing happened,’ or ‘antagonize every Fae on Earth until he gets himself killed,’ it was hard to feel all that great about either possibility.
I’d never been all that good at keeping myself entertained in the absence of any outside help like books, television, or a working phone, so I was definitely struggling under my current circumstances. Chronic anxiety issues tended to do that for you, even when you weren’t trapped in a living tree-cell with no light and the prospect of execution hanging over your head.
Ha. ‘Hanging over your head.’ Decapitation. Sometimes I really slayed myself.
‘Slayed.’ Right. Double ha.
When I finally gave up and opened my eyes what felt like years later, the sky was dark above me. I quickly closed them again, not liking the fact that I could tell no difference in my surroundings whether my eyelids were open or shut.
It was night. Definitely time to sleep now. Are you listening, brain?
More time passed, and I was finally starting to drift when something skittered across the tops of my shoes. I shrieked and scrambled upright in the pitch blackness, leaning a shoulder against the wall to combat my disorientation as I dragged my arms back through my sleeves. Over the sound of my startled breathing, I thought I could hear tiny things rustling in the darkness around me.
But I wasn’t going to panic, just because there were mice or… or bugs or something in here with me. I wasn’t.
Albigard would have mentioned if the Fae executed people by decapitation or death by hundreds of fucking poisonous nocturnal spiders. Right? There was food in here with me. Whatever the tiny things were, they probably just wanted the bread.
Something else ran over the toe of my sneaker and I kicked out, unable to stop myself. The unseen activity continued until I was tired of standing, but no way was I going to sit down again while they were in here. I tried to distract myself by figuring out how the things could have gotten in. All I could come up with was the theory that there were tiny tunnels leading from the bottom of the shit-pit, weaving through the tree’s roots and leading to the outside world.
That theory made me even less thrilled about the idea of the creepy things touching me than I had been before, which was saying something. The hours crept by, and with unexpected suddenness, the small noises lessened before disappearing completely. When they didn’t return after a couple of minutes, I relaxed, and eventually sank back down to sit curled on the floor.
It occurred to me to wonder what had made them decide to leave all at once like that. I had just come to the conclusion that I didn’t really care about their motivation as long as they were gone, when the first raindrops splattered down from the opening at the top of the tree.
Oh. Brilliant.
The rain was chilly, and it continued to drip down inside the cell until it had grown into a steady shower. I made my way around the edges of the space—carefully avoiding the shit pit—in hopes of finding a drier area. There was no drier area, however. Rain was falling straight down the hollow trunk and no place was protected. In minutes, I was wet all the way through.
Huddling on the increasingly muddy floor, I shivered my way through the night until the shower eventually stopped. Sometime before morning, exhaustion overcame discomfort and I slid into a sort of fugue state—not quite dozing, but not really awake either.
That lasted until a portal opened without warning in the center of the cell and a glowing ball of light came through it, blinding me. The ball floated up to hover several feet above my head, throwing the damp cell into harsh relief.
When I blinked my eyes back into working order, Caspian was standing over me—staring down at my huddled form with an ugly sneer on his handsome face.
TWELVE
JUST AS ALBIGARD’S features had done upon our arrival in Dhuinne, Caspian’s features had reverted to their natural elfin appearance. His dark blond brows drew together as he scowled down at me from his towering advantage of height. Their shape might have been different than in his human guise, but the disdain they conveyed was unmistakable.
I scrambled to my feet, my cold, stiff muscles nearly sending me right back to the ground as they cramped. A grimace of pain pulled at my lips as I limped backward, putting as much space as possible between us. It wasn’t much.
This is it, I thought as a second Fae stepped out of the portal and closed it behind him. My worst nightmare had come to fruition. I was trapped with my nemesis, completely under his control.
The second Fae looked me over coldly. “It is rather a pitiful creature, is it not?” he asked casually. “I’d honestly expected something a little more impressive.”
“Bind it,” Caspian ordered, with a dismissive wave in my direction.
“She,” I hissed. “Not ‘it.’ I’m a person, just like the two of you.” I let some of my disgust at their nearness creep into my words. “Well… maybe not just like you.”
The second Fae raised a hand, and an invisible force flung me backward. I hit the damp wood of the wall, my body spread-eagled and the breath knocked out of me.
And I stuck there.
I was pinned to the tree as though someone had coated it with superglue, wheezing as I tried to get my lungs to work. Panic rose, overcoming my bravado in the space of an instant. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t seem to get a full breath, and I couldn’t get away from them.
“We will start with a physical examination,” Caspian said in a conversational tone, and my mind fled as it had done once before in Albigard’s basement.
“Stay away from me,” I grated roughly, as power exploded from my center, blasting outward in an invisible wave.
Caspian stumbled back a step, a violent mix of lust and rage sliding across his expression. The wave slid around the second Fae without touching him, though he murmured a startled, “What in Mab’s name?”
I couldn’t pay attention, though—I was instantly locked in a battle of powers with Caspian, who stepped forward like he intended to tear me apart to get at the juicy bits inside. I could feel my succubus nature trying to get its claws into his animus, even though some distant, human part of me was screaming that no, no—I didn’t want that foul and slimy filth inside me.
Before the outcome of the battle could fall in either direction, the other Fae muttered something low and fast, and the same burst of agony I’d felt when Albigard broke my connection with him sliced through me. My muscles jerked against the invisible bonds holding me in place, even as Caspian staggered and caught himself with a hand against the wall next to my head.
He pulled away quickly, as though he’d been burned, and retreated a step. His green eyes flared with outrage. “Ward the creature!” he snarled, turning on his companion. “Why did you not do so immediately?”
“M-my apologies, General,” the other Fae stammered. “It appeared harmless—”
My heart was racing at a thousand miles an hour, adrenaline coursing through my system as I struggled fruitlessly against the force holding me to the wall.
“Let me down from here and I’ll show you harmless!” I yelled, hating the ugly, hysterical note in my voice.
The second Fae had gone a bit pale, but he murmured again, a glow forming around his right hand. He flicked his fingers at me, the light snaking out and settling around my body in glowing coils before sinking through clothing and skin. My stomach turned over. It felt as though something inside my soul had been cut off… quarantined from the rest of me.
I jerked harder, sore muscles protesting the abuse. “What di
d you do?”
Caspian’s hand shot out, backhanding me across the jaw as he’d done in the parking lot in St. Louis. The sudden pain shocked me into silence. My vision wavered as ringing filled my ears.
“Examine it now,” Caspian ordered, his voice coming to me distantly through the haze.
I was only vaguely aware of the other Fae approaching… of his glowing hands splayed as he ran them up and down the length of my body. Not touching, just hovering an inch away. I would’ve tried to fight against it anyway as the creepy crawly sensation of Fae magic brushed over my skin, but the connection between my mind and body had been temporarily stunned by Caspian’s vicious blow. I could taste blood on my tongue.
“Well?” Caspian asked impatiently, after his companion had run his hands over every part of me.
“It appears to be a normal human, General,” he said, his voice filled with deference, as though he knew that wasn’t the answer Caspian wanted.
“’She,’” I insisted in a hoarse croak, only to be completely ignored.
“A normal human?” The words dripped with disdain. “And that disgusting display a few minutes ago was something one would find in a normal human, was it?”
The underling cleared his throat. “Clearly not, General. As you said earlier, that is a demonic attribute, but I am certain the creature is not a true cambion. I have no explanation.”
The ringing in my skull was subsiding, dizziness giving way to a throbbing ache in my jaw that pulsed in time with my heartbeat. I wanted to shake my head in an attempt to clear it further, but I couldn’t even move that much, bound to the wall as I was.
“Then find an explanation!” Caspian demanded. “Why do you think I brought you here in the first place? Somehow, the demons have discovered a way to seed their filth through more than a single generation. I must know what it is.”
His companion hesitated. “The only approach I can think of which might be effective would be delving directly into the core of its magical nature. It would take extensive time and energy, and I can’t guarantee that the creature would not be permanently damaged, depending on the depth at which its magic lies and the amount of protection around it.”
Caspian sneered. “Do it.”
And with that careless command began the worst experience of my twenty-six years of life. Worse than my father’s cold dismissal. Worse than knowing I’d betrayed Rans’ trust in order to protect him. Worse than the feeling as I stepped through the gate between Earth and Dhuinne with the sure knowledge that I would never see home again.
Worse than seeing my mother killed.
A week ago, I had no idea that magic existed inside me at all. I thought I was normal, at least for a given definition of normal—a sickly, slightly messed up woman with a tragic past, who never really fit in anywhere. Now, I was about to learn the lengths my body would go to in an attempt to protect the magic inside me from attack by an outsider.
I had no frame of reference for what Caspian’s spell-wielding underling was doing, beyond the few instances I’d seen of Fae magic being performed to make portals, change a person’s appearance, or restrain someone. At first, he retreated to the far side of the cramped cell and turned away. His head was bowed, and I could hear him muttering more mysterious words. A faint glow began to emanate from his entire body.
My attention was caught between whatever he was doing, and my instinctive feeling of repulsion as Caspian stared at me like he could peel back the layers of my clothing and skin with his eyes. When Fae Two turned to face me again and came closer, he was still surrounded by that pale halo of light.
I braced myself, not knowing what I was bracing against. The light gathered into a bright point in the center of the Fae’s forehead—the place one of my yoga instructors called the third eye. I tried to flinch back as the glow began to pour out of him and toward me, but there was no place for me to go.
At first, I felt nothing when it touched me in the same place on my forehead and sank into my skin. Then, I felt warmth. Then, tingling. The tingling became burning, and the burning became a metal spike driving through my skull.
“Stop resisting, demonkin,” my Fae tormenter said through gritted teeth. “You will only damage yourself.”
It was the first time he’d addressed me directly, but somehow I couldn’t get too excited about it with his creepy magic drilling a hole through my head.
“I’m not doing a damn thing, you fucker,” I snarled. “Stop hurting me!”
He didn’t stop.
All sense of time disappeared as the magical probing continued. It grew more insistent as the Fae evidently failed to get whatever the hell he was after. I could track his growing frustration by the amount of pain I was in, and I had a horrible suspicion that what felt like hours of agony had in reality been only moments.
When my head didn’t yield whatever information he was after, the attack moved to a spot at the base of my neck. I was already desperately thirsty, my throat dry and aching. Now, it was on fire. I choked, trying to force air past the furnace blocking my trachea as I squirmed and writhed in a useless panic.
“The bloodsucker has fed from her neck recently,” came the Fae’s distant voice. “More than once, I think.”
“What do I care about that?” Caspian snapped from someplace to my right. “It has no bearing on how she originally came to exist. Keep going!”
For some reason, it enraged me that Fae Two could know something like that about me without me telling him. The anger tangled with my panic at not being able to breathe properly. I tried to snarl, to yell and curse at them both, but the attempt only set me to choking harder. My lungs burned and seized until I was sure I would pass out, but before that happened, the magical attack moved lower.
Now, the Fae’s magic focused on the center of my breastbone, sinking through skin and bone to wrap around my heart. I tried to drag air past the sandpaper ruin of my throat, while my pulse skipped and thudded like a heart attack victim’s. My tormenter might as well be driving a blade into the beating flesh… or wrapping it in barbed wire that ripped into the muscle with every throb.
I still didn’t have enough air to yell, but a terrible groan wrenched free from my throat. The torture continued until I was sure my heart must be a burned and bleeding mass of gristle inside my chest, managing only one beat out of every two or three I should have felt. I hung from the wall, more pathetic noises choking free from my lips, wishing desperately that I were a vampire so I wouldn’t have to feel my tortured heart fighting to pump blood and life through my body.
The flow of magic moved yet again, settling into position over my navel and flowing inside to twist my guts into knots. I retched, bile clawing its way up my abused throat, though there was almost nothing in my stomach after well over a day without food or water. The agony in my intestines made me lightheaded, but through the vertigo and disorientation, something clicked into place as I remembered thinking about my yoga instructor earlier. The Fae was attacking my chakra points, from top to bottom. Which meant that next—
The burning magic moved lower, wrapping around the place deep inside me that throbbed and pulled at Rans’ animus when we were together. The place that sucked at other people’s energy and dragged it into me to sustain me. The Fae probed and squeezed, trying to draw out the secrets buried there.
All of my muscles started jerking like a palsy victim’s, and a horrible, high-pitched noise slipped free of my lips.
“It is still resisting, General.” I was barely aware of the strain coloring the Fae’s voice as my body fought against the intrusion.
“Push harder!” Caspian’s words sounded blurred around the edges as my hearing faded in and out.
The sensation intensified, and I screamed, forcing the sound past my ruined throat, heedless of the additional agony it caused. I screamed and screamed, and kept screaming until darkness closed around the edges of my vision and my hearing faded away to nothing.
I was barely aware of the magical bindings hol
ding me to the wall disappearing some unknown amount of time later. Then I was falling, and the final sparks of consciousness deserted me before the impact of my body hitting the packed dirt floor registered.
THIRTEEN
THIRST. THAT WAS THE first thing that registered when I next regained awareness of my surroundings. I thought I’d known what it felt like to be thirsty after spending hot and humid St. Louis afternoons outside in the baking sun. I thought I’d known what it felt like to be hungry after sometimes skipping breakfast and lunch because I was running late and had work to catch up at MMHA.
I’d been a fool.
My body was howling at me… wailing in the same way my voice had been wailing as Caspian’s underling pulled and hacked at my succubus powers with his magic. This was the kind of thirst that killed. The kind of hunger that made humans into ravenous animals. I imagined that plane crash victims who turned to cannibalism to survive felt hunger like this as they looked at their victims’ bodies.
At first, I thought it was the ache of thirst that roused me from unconsciousness. But that wasn’t it. Cold rain was falling into the tree-trunk cell again, as though to taunt me. With a hoarse groan, I managed to flop onto my back. I stretched my mouth open as wide as I could, the occasional cool splatter falling against my tongue.
My shoulder had bumped against something when I rolled over. Lightning flashed, briefly illuminating my darkened surroundings, and I saw the water-gourd along with a freshly wrapped parcel that must be more bread lying next to me. My stomach cramped with need.
Could drinking and eating the Fae gifts possibly make things worse than they were already? What could happen to me that would be worse than what had already happened? Worse than the terrible, tender pain inside me where my tormenter had tried to tear part of me out by the roots? I would die if I didn’t get more water than the steady drizzle could provide.
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