Thorn Queen (Dark Swan, #2)(90)

I decided wringing her neck wasn't slow and painful enough. Yet, their words had given me a lot to think about. There was a search on, enough of one that Leith feared discovery. Her mentioning the wards had reminded me of when I'd sent Volusian here. Volusian...there was an option I hadn't considered yet. I could summon Volusian to me and have him warn the others. The wards were a problem. He couldn't break them on his own, but if I was calling him, the ties that bound us would be enough to pull him through. If I could muster the energy to do it. The iron and nightshade affected the gentry part of my magic. My shamanic powers, the ones I'd used for years, were tied into my strength and will-which I didn't have a lot of lately.

That being said, I felt more coherent now than I had in a while-which was still pretty addled. Abigail had said it was almost time for my next dose. I had to imagine the further from the dose I got, the more its effects would dim. Cariena had said most people didn't take as much, which probably meant the nightshade would still stay in my system awhile. But if I could reach a point when its effects were lessened...

My brainstorming was halted as Leith entered. Consternation from his argument with Abigail showed on his face, but it soon transformed to a smile when he saw me. "Eugenie...you look so pretty today."

Yes, yes, I'd heard it all before. I was so beautiful, so amazing, a jewel among women that he loved so much. His words irritated me as much as insults would have. I'd been put in an ivory damask dress today, which gave me sickening bridal associations.

He looked me over, and his admiration again changed to a frown. I was lying on the bed, one hand cuffed to the headboard. "What's this?" he asked. "Why did they do that?"

"I was a smartass to Abigail. This was her punishment."

His face darkened further as he sat on the bed. "I don't like that...don't like her doing that. But, Eugenie, you have to admit you bring it on yourself...."

Oh, Leith. He was so lucky I could barely lift my free arm, or I would have punched that pretty face of his.

He peered at me intently. "You have to get pregnant soon."

"It's not something I can really control," I said. Well, I could have controlled not getting pregnant if I was still on the pill. I hadn't taken it in...how many days? Three? Four? I wasn't sure how long I'd been here. I knew all the stats, though, about women who'd gotten pregnant from just missing one pill....

He sighed and began unlacing the bodice of my dress. "We'll just have to keep trying then. If we just wait a little while afterward, I can do it twice today."

Oh, how f*cking lovely. I wanted to explain that it wouldn't matter how many times he did it, not if I wasn't ovulating. That kind of science was lost on him, I knew, alleged genius or no. As far as most gentry were concerned, sex equaled babies, end of story.

"Once it's done, we can go home. We'll get married, and you won't have to be restrained like this anymore. You can move freely and use your magic."

I decided not to mention that if we did that, the first thing I'd do with my magic was make sure I was a widow.

"Things'll be good then," he said, moving his body over mine. "I promise. I love you so much...."

I didn't need any nightshade to make me feel numb after Leith left. He'd held good to his word to have sex twice, and I was slowly reaching that point where it just didn't matter. I couldn't feel anything. My body wasn't even attached to my consciousness. It was like my mind existed elsewhere, dreaming or, occasionally, plotting my revenge through the drugged haze. I thought of anything I could-anything that wasn't the violation of my body-while he was on top of me. Usually, I imagined it was happening to someone else and not me. That made it easier to bear until after he left, when the ache inside reminded me that it had indeed been me.

Cariena and another girl arrived shortly thereafter to give me my next dose of nightshade. I couldn't recall the other girl's name, though not for lack of caring. It was just the way my brain worked lately. She was extremely pretty, with curly black hair and sky blue eyes that reminded me of Ysabel's.

Abigail occasionally let the girls administer the nightshade, confident enough in her hold over them to do it. And her confidence was well-founded. I'd tried before to talk them out of it, but their fear of her was too great. This time, I merely attempted a delay.

"Wait," I said, as they leaned over. It looked like the black-haired girl was going to hold me down while Cariena poured. "Let me just talk to you for a minute."

Cariena immediately grew nervous. "Your majesty, we can't..." Sometimes I found her use of my title endearing. Other times, I thought it was a joke, considering my present situation.

"Just a minute. That's all."

"Let her," said the other girl.

I flashed her a grateful smile. "What's your name again?"

"Markelle."

It sounded familiar. Markelle. I would remember this time. I wanted to treat her as a person, not an object. "Look, I just want to know about the nightshade. How often do I take it?"

"Every six hours," said Cariena, still clearly worried about this delay.

"That's twice as often as they usually give it," added Markelle. And with those words, I saw the slightest flash of bitterness in her eyes, the first I'd seen in any girl. I wondered then if she was one of the other "difficult" ones that Cariena had described, one who had to be drugged as well and eventually subdued.