together?
Surely he’d want to make love to his queen at last. Because, for whatever reason, he never had before. Ellie was still a virgin. Which meant that Saroya had never taken a lover when she’d gained control.
After an endless moment, Lothaire let the shackles drop to the floor. The concession didn’t feel like a victory to Ellie, more like a baited trap.
But with the immediate threat averted, she dragged her gaze from him to evaluate her surroundings.
The room was multiple times bigger than the entire trailer she’d grown up in. The furniture looked rich but modern, like from one of those design magazines. The curtains were drawn so tight, she couldn’t tell if it was day or night. “Where am I?”
He crossed his arms over his broad chest. “New York.”
“New York,” she repeated dumbly. She’d never been outside of Appalachia but had always wanted to travel. Now everything was too surreal. “Why have you brought me here?”
“Because this place is mystically protected—inescapable and impenetrable.”
Mystically? At that moment, she decided she’d better keep her mind open, lest it break from strain.
“You will be kept here for a time, until I cast your soul from your
body.”
“Wh-what are you talking about?”
“Your body will become Saroya’s alone.”
He had the power to steal Ellie’s body from her? Forever? “I’ll kill myself before that happens!” She leapt to her feet, starting for a bronze statue on a pedestal. “You hear me?”
“If you harm yourself in any way, I’ll murder your mother and
brother.”
She stilled, fear shivering through her.
“Perhaps I should end one of them today to demonstrate good faith on my threat,” he said, as though remarking on the weather. “Any message you’d like me to deliver?”
Her mind cried, Oh, God, no! Yet she forced herself to sneer, “Do it. Don’t give a damn. None of those assholes came to my execution today.” She’d forbidden it.
Had her family obeyed her other orders?
Lothaire disappeared right before her eyes. From just behind her, he murmured, “You are quite the accomplished bluffer, little human . . .”
She felt his breath on her neck before she whirled around.
“. . . but your racing heart gives you away,” he finished.
He could disappear and reappear directly into Mama’s trailer, murdering them in seconds.
If her family was there.
Expecting Lothaire to want payback for the execution, Ellie had made her mother swear she’d get herself—and the entire family—scarce in the days surrounding it.
Surely there’d be news coverage of Ellie’s mysterious disappearance; her mother would be in defense mode, unlikely to return to her home until she’d heard from her escapee daughter.
Ellie was almost certain they were out of Lothaire’s reach, but could she bet her family’s lives on it?
No.
Then he’s won. All her brazen anger petered out, and she sank back downonto the couch. She’d always believed she’d win the battle against Saroya because she’d thought it would boil down to a test of wills.
But this man . . . this animal . . .
As her gaze flitted over the bullet holes in his chest that he seemed not to notice, then up to meet his chilling red eyes, she comprehended, I can’t beat him .
5
L othaire could see the defeat in her bearing.
At last the mortal had accepted her situation, accepted that he
had all the leverage he needed to force her cooperation. Now he merely had
to await Saroya. “Allow her to rise, Elizabeth.”
“She’s not trying to anymore. I can’t prod her to it.”
“But she was trying before? To escape the execution.” When she didn’t deny it, Lothaire imagined Saroya trapped, clawing to rise, to defend herself. . . .
Gods, he hated this girl—and he couldn’t kill her! He paced once more, grappling to control his rage while ignoring his weariness and the twinges from his rapidly healing wounds.
When was the last time he’d really slept? Days ago?
Surely he’d want to make love to his queen at last. Because, for whatever reason, he never had before. Ellie was still a virgin. Which meant that Saroya had never taken a lover when she’d gained control.
After an endless moment, Lothaire let the shackles drop to the floor. The concession didn’t feel like a victory to Ellie, more like a baited trap.
But with the immediate threat averted, she dragged her gaze from him to evaluate her surroundings.
The room was multiple times bigger than the entire trailer she’d grown up in. The furniture looked rich but modern, like from one of those design magazines. The curtains were drawn so tight, she couldn’t tell if it was day or night. “Where am I?”
He crossed his arms over his broad chest. “New York.”
“New York,” she repeated dumbly. She’d never been outside of Appalachia but had always wanted to travel. Now everything was too surreal. “Why have you brought me here?”
“Because this place is mystically protected—inescapable and impenetrable.”
Mystically? At that moment, she decided she’d better keep her mind open, lest it break from strain.
“You will be kept here for a time, until I cast your soul from your
body.”
“Wh-what are you talking about?”
“Your body will become Saroya’s alone.”
He had the power to steal Ellie’s body from her? Forever? “I’ll kill myself before that happens!” She leapt to her feet, starting for a bronze statue on a pedestal. “You hear me?”
“If you harm yourself in any way, I’ll murder your mother and
brother.”
She stilled, fear shivering through her.
“Perhaps I should end one of them today to demonstrate good faith on my threat,” he said, as though remarking on the weather. “Any message you’d like me to deliver?”
Her mind cried, Oh, God, no! Yet she forced herself to sneer, “Do it. Don’t give a damn. None of those assholes came to my execution today.” She’d forbidden it.
Had her family obeyed her other orders?
Lothaire disappeared right before her eyes. From just behind her, he murmured, “You are quite the accomplished bluffer, little human . . .”
She felt his breath on her neck before she whirled around.
“. . . but your racing heart gives you away,” he finished.
He could disappear and reappear directly into Mama’s trailer, murdering them in seconds.
If her family was there.
Expecting Lothaire to want payback for the execution, Ellie had made her mother swear she’d get herself—and the entire family—scarce in the days surrounding it.
Surely there’d be news coverage of Ellie’s mysterious disappearance; her mother would be in defense mode, unlikely to return to her home until she’d heard from her escapee daughter.
Ellie was almost certain they were out of Lothaire’s reach, but could she bet her family’s lives on it?
No.
Then he’s won. All her brazen anger petered out, and she sank back downonto the couch. She’d always believed she’d win the battle against Saroya because she’d thought it would boil down to a test of wills.
But this man . . . this animal . . .
As her gaze flitted over the bullet holes in his chest that he seemed not to notice, then up to meet his chilling red eyes, she comprehended, I can’t beat him .
5
L othaire could see the defeat in her bearing.
At last the mortal had accepted her situation, accepted that he
had all the leverage he needed to force her cooperation. Now he merely had
to await Saroya. “Allow her to rise, Elizabeth.”
“She’s not trying to anymore. I can’t prod her to it.”
“But she was trying before? To escape the execution.” When she didn’t deny it, Lothaire imagined Saroya trapped, clawing to rise, to defend herself. . . .
Gods, he hated this girl—and he couldn’t kill her! He paced once more, grappling to control his rage while ignoring his weariness and the twinges from his rapidly healing wounds.
When was the last time he’d really slept? Days ago?
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