Deciding Her Faete (Beyond the Veil Book 2) by Sarah Marsh, Elena Kincaid, Maia Dylan Page A

cell, but immediately straightened up and winked in April’s direction. April then watched as the woman strode out of there with her held head high, like she owned the place. Damn, she was going to have to get her number when all of this was over, she thought. She may have just found her new best friend.
    She was just about to see if Jason had woken up when his loud cries informed her that he in fact, was awake and they were hurting him again. She ran to the wall and banged on it repeatedly, not caring about her bloody fists.
    “Damn you!” she screamed. “Just leave him alone.”
    She slid down the wall, gasping for air and feeling so completely helpless. “Just leave him alone,” she whispered.
    She gently placed her hand against the wall, this time pretending it was Jason she was touching and comforting instead of some cold stone. “I’m so sorry,” she sobbed. “I’m so, so sorry. It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.” She banged against the wall again and shouted, “It’s me you wanted. Well, I am fucking right here!”
    Her sobs were uncontrollable now, choking her with every blow she heard them deliver to Jason.
    “It’s not your fault, angel,” came a familiar whispered voice, startling her.
    She swiped at her blurry eyes and immediately recognized the speaker crouching low in front of her cell. “Donovan?” she breathed. She had thought she heard a growl earlier when the woman stumbled out of her cell but figured she had only imagined it. That it had only been wishful thinking.
    She crawled over to him, not trusting her legs to be strong enough to stand. She got as close to the metal bars as she could, and Donovan slid his hands through them, hugging her to him as much as the bars between them allowed.
    “They won’t stop hurting him,” she whispered.
    A particularly loud scream from Jason had them both flinching, and April watched as tears slid down Donovan’s cheeks. He then tried to pick the locking mechanism on the door.
    “Do you know which of these tunnels lead to the other side of the wall?” he asked her in a rushed frustrated whisper when the lock wouldn’t budge.
    April nodded and pointed in the direction of one of the furthermost tunnels. She also explained that she had observed the direction Kheelan had come from after the first time he hurt Jason. He had come to taunt her with the blood of her mate on his hands. Donovan let out a low furious growl in response.
    “And you?” he asked, his wolf rising to the surface. “Have they hurt you?”
    “Not physically, no.”
    “Sit tight, my angel. I am going to go rip apart the men hurting my brother, get their keys, and then Jason and I will come and get you.” He then cupped her cheek, bringing her face closer to him, and kissed her lips tenderly.
    “Donovan,” she began after he released her reluctantly and stood up, “make it hurt.”
    With a slight quirk to his lips, he nodded and ran off in Jason’s direction, disappearing from sight.
    Then all hell broke loose as the ground beneath her began to violently shake.

Chapter Eight
     
    Jason drifted in and out of consciousness as he hung from the shackles on the cold, damp wall. He’d tried to keep track of how long he and April had been captured, but after the first day of torture, it had become a blur. That Fae bastard certainly hadn’t been kidding when he’d threatened to peel them in the car. He was a sadistic fuck, and Jason was only praying that they would concentrate on him and leave April unharmed.
    When Kheelan had first arrived and watched as the guards secured him to the wall, he’d slowly undone his jacket and shirt, placing them on a bench in the corner. For a moment, Jason had grown concerned what his intentions might be, but those fears were quickly abated by Kheelan’s mocking laughter.
    “Like I would lower myself by lusting after a beast,” Kheelan sneered as he walked over to a cabinet and perused its contents. “I have a King’s bed to go to when