Blood Lands (Savage Lands #5)(85)

“And?” Tracker sounded annoyed.

“It means...” he trailed off.

“It means those barriers keeping fae out and dissuading humans from going there doesn’t apply to Istvan’s new soldiers.” I bit on my lip, trying to hold back a cry. “They can walk right in.”





Chapter 23





Thick, weedy silence webbed the small room, the information sinking in with a weighty understanding. If Istvan figured this out, we were doomed.

Kalaraja was fae. He would assume what he felt was blocking them all. But if they knew those fae-human soldiers could push through the spell, it would be all over for us. Not even seven necromancers and a Druid would be able to stop the force Istvan would send their way.

“Baszni!” Warwick roared at the ceiling. His voice boomed through the cell, echoing down the hall to me as if I could hear his cry also coming from his cell far above.

Scorpion dropped his face in his hand, hissing and cursing under his breath. As my boys paced and swore in front of me in aggravated stomps, the two others in my cell were still.

“Just because we figured it out doesn’t mean Istvan will.” I tried to sound hopeful. “And who knows, maybe I’m wrong.”

“We don’t have that kind of luck, princess,” Warwick grumbled.

I let out a dry laugh, which probably sounded crazy to the two who didn’t see who I was responding to.

“Let us hope,” Killian said under his breath.

“I want to make sure I understand this.” Tracker’s chains clanked to my right, tipping my head in his direction. “The people who have taken these pills can just walk right onto his property and take this nectar? Same with those who had been in the tanks?”

“I think so.” I was pretty sure my theory was correct. “It’s not easy, mind you; Druid spells are still insanely powerful.” Before, I had thought I could “bend” Tad’s spells on this prison and get us out. I was wrong. I couldn’t break them, but it didn’t mean if I pushed hard enough, I couldn’t walk through them. Similar to the faux-fae, my magic seemed to still work down here. “I think it’s possible because his spells are part of nature, a balance. They don’t recognize artificial or anomalous magic... something that shouldn’t occur.”

Like me.

“Brexley Kovacs, the girl who defies nature.” The memory of the fae book’s voice repeated in my head. From the beginning, it knew I wasn’t right, that I shouldn’t exist. But I did. I wasn’t manufactured, but I wasn’t normal or accepted fully by fae magic either.

As usual, I sat in the in-between.

The Grey.

The power deep within me whispered up. It was something I feared because, also deep down, I could feel it bubbling and churning like a cauldron. Forging and building. My energy was enough on its own, which sent chills of fear and excitement down my spine, but I could also feel the nectar. The webs connecting us weaved tightly. The power we contained, and the violent beauty which hid within our skin, crept up from the depths, wrapping and weaving itself up my vertebrae. It felt beyond me. Powers of old were restricted inside my body’s limits.

What could we do once we were together?

“Brexley.” As if he could sense my thoughts, feel a shift in me, Warwick leaned over, his fingers gripping my jaw. My name on his lips was a trail of gravel across my skin, a nip behind my ear, a harsh grip on my soul. The brutal surge of pleasure built, the lick sliding through my legs.

Sucking in harshly, I blinked, my eyes coming even with Warwick’s. He didn’t say anything, his gaze locking me in place. To earth. To myself.

“Oh no... no! I’ve already watched you two fuck and felt it countless times. I have never-ending blue balls being connected to you two nymphos.” Scorpion tangled his fingers in his hair with an annoyed grunt. “My dick is raw from how much I jack off.”

Warwick’s aqua irises never left mine, his eyebrow hitching up in a smirk, creating heat to glide down my body.

Tracker shifted with a mutter under his breath.

“Ms. Kovacs...” Strain tugged at Killian’s vocals, the jangling of him adjusting. “Do you mind?”

“Yeah, we’re all feeling it.” Scorpion huffed.

“Tell both your boyfriends they can fuck off.” Warwick rumbled in my ear.

I was so tempted.

“Go,” I whispered to him. “I’m fine. This is draining you. I need you at your full strength.”

Warwick didn’t budge.

“There’s nothing you can do right now.”

“I beg to differ. There is a lot I could do right now.”

Everything in me clenched with need. To experience that high, to feel my body heal, and to forget the horrors of life while we drowned this entire prison in blissful pleasure.

“Go,” I tried to say firmly, as my mouth twisted in a salacious smile.

Warwick stood up, his gaze on me about to make me change my mind.

“Go? Go where? Who are you talking to?” Tracker asked, perplexed.

“I’m assuming to a legendary asshole,” Killian scoffed.

“Actually, both are here.” I winked up at Scorpion. “But it kinda works for both of them.”

Warwick and Scorpion both shrugged in agreement.