Betrayals of Spring (Forever Fae #2)(46)
“Feisty, just like I remember,” he laughs.
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” I hiss back. I look over at Breena and I can tell she’s getting angry at our interaction. She’s breathing hard and fuming while looking back and forth between the sorcerer and me. Her face still hasn’t healed and I find great enjoyment in that because she seems like a woman who values her vanity above all else. I regret not killing her when I had the chance. Breena secured her death the moment she sided with the dark sorcerer.
The dark sorcerer looks from me to her with Kalen’s eyes and dismisses her like a piece of trash, “Leave us, Breena. I want to be alone with the princess.”
Her temper spikes with jealousy making her scream, “No! I don’t want you alone with her.” His whole demeanor changes in that instant from menacing to outright violent. The look he gives her makes her cower in fear and she fumbles while trying to leave the room quickly. The air in the room has drastically changed and it begins to make fear crawl through my veins as well.
Once Breena leaves, the dark sorcerer turns his attention back to me. It hurts to see Kalen used this way, and I’m beginning to think this is just the beginning to the cruel game. “Now, where were we?” He furrows his brows and then continues, “Oh, right, I remember now. We were discussing what I want from you.”
He abruptly pushes me up against the wall pinning my arms to the side. It catches me off guard and I gasp in surprise. My breath is knocked out of my lungs from the hit, so I quickly suck in a much needed ragged breath.
His breath is hot against my skin as he trails his tongue up my neck to my ear.
“I want your power, Princess, and I am going to get it whether you like it or not,” he whispers. I shake my head no because with him being so close and touching me I can’t seem to get the words out. “Oh, I believe you will,” he says. He pulls back and nods his head toward the table beside the bed. “Do you see the dagger over there?”
I look at the table and instantly know what kind of dagger that is. It could end a fae’s life in a matter of seconds, and if he uses that on Kalen’s body he will be gone from me forever. “Yes,” I reply.
“If you don’t give me your power willingly I will kill him right in front of you while you watch, and then after I kill him, I will take your power by force and enjoy every minute of it.” He pauses and runs his hands down my body. “I seem to remember you liking it rough.”
The anger inside my body has been building for far too long and I know I can’t contain it any longer. I head butt him so hard in the face that he actually stumbles back a few steps. I know I can’t escape him, but showing that I am a force on my own is what I want him to realize.
“Yes, I do like it rough, as you can now see,” I claim, breathing hard.
He laughs and nods his head in approval. He takes a nearby towel and wipes away the blood. “So what will it be, Meliantha?”
If he takes my magic I know I can heal myself, but he will also be stronger. If I don’t give him my power he will kill Kalen, and then all will be lost. I don’t trust him to leave Kalen’s body and I don’t trust he will leave Kalen alive, but what choice do I have? I storm right up to him and his eyes go wide at my advancement. I am not weak or scared, and I am not going to let him intimidate me.
“Take it,” I demand.
His wolfish smile grows and his body begins to change as a dark cloud settles over him. The talisman I have heard so much about begins to appear around Kalen’s neck, starting out hazy and translucent, but then becoming solid. The dark sorcerer takes a deep breath and sighs. He takes the talisman off and begins walking towards me. I stand my ground and I refuse to flinch as he places the talisman around my neck. I can immediately tell that my power is being siphoned from my body by the tiny pin pricks swarming all over my skin, sucking and pulling. I fall to my knees from the agonizing pain and I can sense the darkness coming to claim me. I try keeping the darkness at bay by digging my nails into my palms and concentrating on the pain. I have to stay awake or the sorcerer will get away, or worse, he’ll kill Kalen. The weight of the necklace is removed and I can’t stop my body from swaying uncontrollably form side to side. My head hits the floor hard and now my vision is nothing but a blurry haze.
A face comes into view above me and I can feel the crushing weight of a body on top of mine making it hard for me to breathe. I can see Kalen’s face, but I know it’s the dark sorcerer smiling down at me with evil intentions. He takes my bottom lip in between his teeth and he bites down hard while sucking away my blood. I can taste the metallic essence of my blood going down the back of my throat and it makes my stomach roil.
I try to fight, but my body is unresponsive and I can’t move. I’m stuck here to endure what he does to my body and all the while I am struggling to fight back. He moans and licks his lips, “You taste so good, Meliantha.”
I’m screaming on the inside but nothing escapes my lips. What am I going to do, and how am I going to save Kalen if I can’t even move? The dark sorcerer puts his hands underneath my dress and runs them up my legs to my waist while bringing my dress up along the way. I can’t let him have me, not again. The darkness is beginning to creep around the edges of my mind, and it’s like my soul is leaving my body. He starts to pull my underwear down but then abruptly snaps to attention and lets them go.