Hell Fae Rule #4: Don’t Trust Anyone.
I hadn’t exactly forgotten that rule, but I had been a bit too relaxed as far as that one was concerned. Fortunately, Az and Ajax had quickly reminded me why that rule existed.
So now I wouldn’t be forgetting it. Nor would I be forgiving them.
They’re my captors, not my lovers.
Which inspired me to create a new rule.
Hell Fae Rule #47:It Doesn’t Matter How Beautiful They Are; They’ll Always Disappoint You in the End.
CHAPTER6
AJAX
I stared at Camillia,unable to answer what I assumed was a rhetorical question.
“Let me guess—you still don’t believe me.”
The problem was no longer that I couldn’t believe her; it was that part of medidbelieve her.
Because I’d felt Zakkai’s magic suffocating the room, demanding truth from everyone inside. There was no circumventing it. No way to hide.
Even my thoughts had become truthful.
Such as the one that expressed remorse over her snake bites, and the very real internal confession that I had been healing her because I cared. I just didn’t want to care.
If it had been any other Midnight Fae who had wielded that magic, I’d question the strength of the spell. But Zakkai was the fucking Source Architect. The only one who could surpass him in power was Aflora, and she had to try very hard to do so.
There was no way Camillia had been able to circumvent his spell.
Although, his comments about her power left me reeling.What did that even mean? She’s not what she seems in what way, exactly?
And what was all that stuff about a book? Was it one she’d found in my room?
I considered the few texts I had in my quarters and frowned. None of them belonged to Lucifer, and they certainly didn’t have information about his deals.
“Melek says I shouldn’t be able to read it, but… I can.”
So whatever book it was, he knew about it. And it had apparently shown her something about Lucifer’s fall, which had led to her seeing a source of light.
Was itthesource of light, as in the Hell Fae Source? Or something else entirely?
Does she really not know where she’s been?I ran my fingers through my hair, my frustration mounting with each breath.What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?
I drew my palm down my face and sighed. I needed a break. Some fresh air. A way to clear my head.
And I really needed to talk to Az.
With a wave of my wand, I created a bed for Camillia. Then I added a tray with some spaghetti—one of my favorite human foods—and a glass of water. It wasn’t an apology. Not even close. But I wasn’t entirely sure I owed her one yet.
If I did, it was going to take a hell of a lot more than a bed and some food to earn her forgiveness.
“Don’t try to escape. Zakkai might have released you from the snake vines in here, but there are more guarding the exterior. And there’s also an old grumpy gargoyle who shrieks like a Banshee.” I didn’t offer her any more words, still unsure of what to say. I simply shadowed out of the room and into the corridor.
“Old grumpy gargoyle,” Sir Callahan grated out. “I’ll show youold.”
He pulled out a wicked-looking sword, his beady red eyes challenging.
