King Tomb (Forever Evermore, #3)(14)
Hell, he was still masking, which was impressive since it had taken me a while to learn to do in long stretches. Chest heaving, I turned my attention to his hair. “And purple? Who the hell spells their hair purple, anyway? At least mine halfway resembles a Com.” I heaved in a breath, pissed the f*cking hell off, and glared through the haziness.
His head tilted. “You thought I was a cat?” He paused, and I didn’t answer. “Huh…that means you’re most likely a Shifter.” His eyes lifted toward his hair, then back to my gaze. “And I like the purple.” He went silent, waiting for the one answer he wanted, the knife digging a bit deeper near my jugular.
Voice a mere croak, I rasped, “King Zeller,” *, “if you would care to take off my left glove, you’ll have your answer.”
He stared for a beat, then his green eyes traveled up to my left hand, and ever so slowly, his eyes high on my numb hand, he asked, “Why exactly will I have my answer that way?” His eyes lowered to mine. “Do you have your name tattooed there for moments of forgetfulness?”
If I wasn’t mistaken, he was actually showing a sense of humor, the torture apparently putting him in fine spirits. Too bad it was a bit late for comedy in my book. “King Zeller,” *, “I may appear like a Com,” I wheezed, blinking hard, all his features beginning to mesh into a large mocha and green blob, “and I may be the size of one, but I’m anything but. Check my f*cking hand and get me down.” I paused. “Or check my hand and continue torturing me, so I can Lawfully kill you afterwards, which I would actually prefer.” My eyes shut even as I felt him begin to stiffen behind me; he was definitely not a slow Mystical, rapidly beginning to understand. “Fun time’s over, King Zeller,” *, “because my name’s Lily Ruckler, Queen of the Shifters.”
He went completely still against me. Then I felt a tingle on my left hand, and suddenly my glove was gone via his Vampire speed while my cold, numb ring finger was lifted by his warm blood-covered fingers — my much needed blood. My eyes didn’t have to be open — which was a good thing because I was tired as hell — to hear the litany of curses that rumbled deeply, attacking my ears. I heard the knife fall to the floor, and suddenly his bare, muscled arm was around my waist, lifting me against him. I groaned softly, my body’s weight lifted off my wrists, my head tilting back over his shoulder as he worked to free my wrists from the cuffs.
“You should have told me your damn name,” he growled, apparently having trouble with the cuffs, hissing every time he accidently touched the silver. “Why the f*ck didn’t you?”
“Waiting…for…Antonio,” I whispered slowly, lethargy overtaking me. “Was going…to kill…you…when he arrived.” I shouted a groan when my arms dropped down against his arm around my waist, no longer cuffed. “Shit, that…hurts.”
“I’ll give you peace once I get the other cuffs off,” he stated bluntly, lifting me like a babe.
I felt the brush of wind against the side of my body not warmed by his, the sound loud in my ears…and suddenly I was being laid on a soft mattress. I made myself blink, and the quick flash told me we were in his bedroom. “Under your damn…bedroom. No wonder…Antonio couldn’t…find me.”
“Shit,” he muttered harshly.
My feet fell against the mattress again as he worked to remove the cuffs.
“Blood…makes your…fingers slippery. Little key…no good,” I sucked in a breath, “Dry your hands.”
I didn’t hear anything for a moment, then I felt a tug on the comforter, as he probably did as told. Ten seconds later, the cuffs were off, and tranquility transfused me as he lifted me in his arms, again holding me like a child. I shuddered, groaning in contentment as he used his power to take away my pain. Honestly, it was the very least he could do.
He jiggled me a bit, muttering, “Don’t fall asleep or I’ll take it away.”
“Screw…and…you.” Sleep was sounding f*cking awesome right about now.
He grunted, the sound one of irritation, but instead of making another threat, he moved, and I felt the brush of cold wind again as he did so. Sounds of disjointed music. Mysticals laughing. Then my ears heard the most beautiful sound, as close as I was to passing out right now.
Gold shone behind my closed lids as we slowed, and I heard Antonio shouting a distance away, “She is here somewhere!” The glowing behind my eyes increased. “So f*cking help me, Cahal, if my daughter is f*cking hurt in your damn camp!”
I felt King Zeller stiffen, especially, at the ‘daughter’ comment, but he didn’t stop moving toward the glow, the brightness only increasing.
“Antonio, calm down,” another deep voice stated calmly, soothingly, so quietly I barely heard it. “I’ve got people searching everywhere. If she’s here, we’ll find her.”
“I will not calm down! I can’t f*cking track her!” A pause, then he continued shouting, “Goddamn it, I heard her f*cking scream over the cell!”
I felt King Zeller’s chest expand, then the brush of wind once more as he used his speed. He stopped abruptly next to what could only be Antonio, the golden light was so bright. But just as suddenly, the light was gone. Not sure if I could, but needing to try, I pried my eyes open a bit at a time. All I could manage was halfway, but I still saw we were inside another tent, the decor black and mauve.