“I asked, where the fuck is Kiara?”
“In the cells. She asked to be put there,” Elijah answered quietly. His pain was unmasked, and I didn’t give a fuck about Scarlett’s trauma of seeing me fucking naked. Getting out of bed, I crossed the room and heard her turn away sharply. I went through to the dressing room and grabbed a pair of sweatpants.
“And you all did just that?” I asked, re-entering the bedroom after grabbing a pair of sneakers. Just thatwalk was fucking exhausting, but I was not going to let it get to me.
“You should have seen her state, I wouldn’t want my daughter locked up if there was another solution,” Scarlett said icily, “but she needed this for her own sanity.”
Yeah, I still didn’t give a shit. I left the room, even when they called me. I needed to see her.
“Al!” Darien caught up with me. “You can barely hold yourself together.” I growled, my eyes blazing as I looked at him.
“I am fucking fine,” I hissed. “You locked your fucking Luna away.”
“Under her command…” he said quietly.
I knew that. But it didn’t mean it made it any fucking easier. We left the mansion, and the moment we got to the cells, I started scanning each one.
“She’s in the cells on the lower floor,” Darien said hesitantly.
“Why?” I asked, trying to control my rage.
“Her orders.”
“Stay here,” I warned, taking the keys and unlocking the metal barred door.
Entering the cold corridor, I headed down the stone steps to the lower floor, a place that was entirely made of silver and stone. Kiara was standing in the far cell, her arms wrapped around her waist as she stared at the ground. Her scent overpowered the smell of silver, wolfsbane, and dampness. My fucking queen…
“Amore Mio.”
“Alejandro! Thank the Goddess, you are okay!” she exclaimed, running to the bars and grabbing hold of them, only to flinch before letting go and hiding her hands behind her back.
The emotions that ran through me were far too much to put into words, seeing her in this place… she was the Queen, yet here she was in the cells which were reserved for the worst of criminals. I walked towards the bars, glancing at the chains that hung from the floor and ceiling behind her. To my irritation, I saw her feet tied to the chains on the ground. She shouldn’t be here. It was making me physically sick, seeing her in this fucking environment.
“Show me your hands,” I commanded, my voice holding a dangerous edge. She shook her head.
“I’m fine,” she replied stubbornly. Her voice was as sexy and soothing as ever.
“Kiara.” Her eyes flashed with hatred, and I knew she was still battling for control.
“Leave,” she said, closing her eyes.
“When is it ever that way between us?” I asked quietly, unlocking the cell door. “If one of us pushes the other away, the other doesn’t listen.” I left the keys in the door, knowing I needed to be careful. Right then, she was stronger than me.
“Alejandro! Stay away!” She growled, backing away from me. I closed the gap between us.
“No. You’re mine, Amore Mio, and there is nothing that can fucking keep me from you, not even the Goddess herself. So what’s a fucking djinn gonna do?” I asked arrogantly. Her eyes flashed, but within the purple, I saw orange. Fucker.
She only stopped when her back hit the stone wall behind her, the chains dragging taut from around her ankles. Fucking silver chains… she was wearing jeans, but I knew they would still be affecting her.
“Alejandro, just listen, please, if you love me!”
Her claws were extended. She was about to dig them into her thighs to control herself, but I was not having her self-harming herself again. She had stabbed herself earlier to stop herself. I grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the walls by her head, making her gasp. Her eyes returned to her beautiful blue-green, and I pressed my forehead to hers, relishing the sparks that coursed through me.
“We are going to get through this because, metres or miles apart, we will always be together. Just hold on for a little longer, and I will fucking handle this fucker,” I growled, my eyes blazing red.
Her pounding heart calmed, and her eyes shut. A small hint of a smile crossed her face, and I knew that she had lost the battle for now.
“Are you ready to die?” she asked in a cold, quiet tone, opening her eyes. The glint of orange had covered the blue in her eyes, bleeding into the green.
