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Fucking Yeith!
I suppress a flinch, my eyes finding his unblinking ones as anger courses through me. I know I shouldn’t speak to them. I never have because I don’t want to raise their suspicions that I’m anything other than what I am. But why do they care who I’m fucking or not fucking?
‘The academy’s rules are clear!’ I snap.
I register surprise in Grey’s expression at my outburst as I turn away, and I berate myself for letting my feelings get the better of me.
I can’t help but scan the busy room for Yeith and let out a small sigh of relief when I see that he’s gone.
I turn back to Grey and the others and give them a bland smile, hoping to smooth things over. I don’t want any of this to stick out in their memories. I’m stuck in the city and in this realm until they raise the shield and relax the laws that forbid the use of the Gate. I’ve heard that it could be soon, but until then, I just have to bide my time.
‘My apologies,’ I say to the males around the table with a tight smile. ‘That was uncalled for.’
Dane ignores me, and Kallum nods his head a little absently, both already absorbed by their dinners, but Grey just stares. I have a bad feeling that I’ve piqued his interest, and nothing good will come from having his attention on me.
But there’s also nothing I can do but hope for the best, so I get back to work, serving food and drink late into the night.
When things have quieted down, and the room is empty, I take my chance and quickly wash the stone floor. It’s my last task of the day, and my bed is calling me.
I hear the dull chime marking the eleventh hour, and I gratefully put my mop away, making sure everything is ready for tomorrow morning and that there’s still enough stew for any stragglers who come in through the night looking for food.
I leave through the kitchens and via the back stairs. The lone guard who’s half asleep at his post by the door ignores me as I exit the main building to the servants’ quarters. This position came with a small room of my own, which I’ve been very grateful for. I don’t know what I’d do if I had to share or sleep in a dormitory. I’d have to be a troll all the time.
‘You made me look a fool!’
I let out a cry as Yeith comes out of the shadows of the building in front of me, but I quickly recover and let my annoyance show on my face.
‘What do you mean by waiting in the darkness to waylay me? I’ve given you my answer. Get out of my way. It’s late, and I’m tired,’ I snap.
He doesn’t seem even slightly deterred. If anything, he looks even angrier, his face contorting with fury in the low light from the lamp just ahead.
‘No isn’t an answer any troll female would give,’ he answers haughtily.
My eyes narrow, but fear makes my heart flutter erratically. I drive it back. If I crumble in front of him, it’s the end for me anyway.
You deserve to be found out.
I shove the thought away, used to the incessant presence of my conscience.
‘You think very highly of yourself, Yeith,’ I hiss. ‘But I told you I made other plans, and I meant it. Let me pass.’
He lunges, moving faster than I thought such a cumbersome body capable. As his thick fingers close around my wrist, I know I’ve underestimated him in all the worst ways. He squeezes, and I feel the bones bend. I heave in a breath to scream, not caring that I’m meant to be a troll female who can hold her own, but he hits me hard across the cheek with the back of his huge hand before I can let out a sound, sending me to the hard ground and knocking the wind from my lungs.
I try to get myself together, to remember my meager training at the keep, but it’s been a long time, and it’s not as if there’s been anywhere to practice here. My reflexes aren’t as quick as they were, and he’s soon baring down on me.
I skitter back in a very un-troll-like way, and he stares at my movements, his already furrowed brow creasing further. This was what I was afraid of.
He lunges forward and grabs me by the throat, lifting me easily and looking amazed at his strength until his eyes find my terrified ones. He chuckles darkly as he steps into the shadows, taking me with him.
I look up in despair at the buildings around us. No one will be able to see us from the windows now.
‘You’re no troll,’ he sneers.
I struggle, kicking ineffectually at him, trying to think of a way out of this. I can’t breathe. I can’t make a sound.
He’s going to kill me.
He grins as if reading my thoughts. ‘If you’re not a troll, you’re useless to me,’ he whispers, drawing me closer so that I’ll hear him.
