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Franny stands over the male, her shoulders heaving with the breaths growing increasingly uneven.

“Ten fucking years,” she whispers so low that I almost miss it. But then, faster than I can blink, she has the statue above her head and aims at the male beneath her.

It lands with a sickening thud against his skull. His muscles jump, but he doesn’t get up or move.

“You fed from me!”

Thump.

“You hurt me!”

Thump.

“You took away my freedom!”

Thump.

Warm droplets rain against my face, but I don’t disrupt them. Franny is beautiful in her vengeance, and wiping away the blood seems disrespectful.

I watch as the puddle of dark liquid grows under the male’s body, loving the way the moonslight shines in it, almost making it appear blacker than the night sky. The smell should be distracting, but other than how it looks, it holds no interest to me. So far, the only blood that has ever tempted me was—

“Here you are, Little Thief.” The deep rumble beside my ear has my back straightening and my fist clenching. Fuck! It is almost like my thoughts have summoned him. I should have left when I had the chance. I should have left Franny to her business and taken care of mine. “Let’s get you upstairs,” he whispers.

I follow without a word. Tia gives me a bright smile and a wink when we pass her entering the room. Strange. But what is even stranger is that Felix isn’t taking me to the dungeons. He is doing exactly what he said he would, and we make our way up the massive stairs to his room.

The silence is killing me. I need him to say something. Anything. Technically, I wasn’t the one who made the kill, but I was still a part of it. And for some insane, messed up reason, I want to know what he is thinking!

“Spit it out!” I finally yell.

He turns ever so slowly; his copper eyes are intense as they rake over my body and land on my face. I know I must look insane with my hair a mess from the struggle and slightly sweaty. But there is no anger in his steps as he moves to stand toe to toe with me. Or, in his large hand, he cups my cheek and uses a calloused thumb to wipe away some of the blood.

“There is nothing to say. Go bathe. Kaelin will bring a meal for you while you are in there. After you are done, climb into bed and rest. You have had a busy day.” He steps back, gives me one more look, and then leaves the room, the lock clicking in place, echoing behind him.

“What the fuck? That didn’t help at all!” I shout at the door. Asshole!

I stomp off to the bathingroom and look at myself in the mirror. I was right about what I look like. I have been worse, but for some reason, the spot where Felix smeared the blood bothers me the most.

I flip over idea after idea of why that would bug me so badly. And the only two things that stick out the most are one: I am bothered because he saw me like this. Or two: because he got that asshole’s blood on him. Neither is logical, but at the same time, both feel right.

“Ahhh!” I scream, pushing away from the sink. “Fuck this shit!”

But I am stuck with no escape other than death. Which means I need to find HIM before I leave this plane. I will not leave it without dragging HIM down with me.

“How is she?” I ask Tia before she is through the door. I have been sitting on this window seat for hours, waiting for her to finally come so I can make sure they didn’t punish Fanny for getting justice. Felix never came to bed, so I couldn’t ask him.

“She is safe.” She places the tray of food down and sits without looking at me. Maybe I have scared her off, too. I wanted that in the beginning, but now I need her. At least… I am telling myself that is the reason for the tightness in my chest.

“In the dungeon?” I scoff.

“No, in the castle housing. No one knows what you two did yesterday. It has all been taken care of.”

“Why?” I say, raising a brow.

“Because Victor was an ass and deserved what he got.” She piles her plate with food as if she didn’t drop significant news.

“But he was Keryth…”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Her deep brown eyes finally meet mine, burning brightly, daring me to challenge her. I could. But does this mean…does this mean that she may be on my side? First, the fields of food for the Forsaken and Reckless, and now this?

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