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“And where are you going?”
“To get the damn key,” I tell him.
Silas raises an eyebrow at my tone, grabbing my ankle, making me fall backward at the force. He grips the chain, twisting it, and I scream out as it pinches my skin.
“Stay still,” he says, hooking his finger under enough to get his other finger under it. He quickly yanks it, the chain snapping, sending me flying off the bed and landing on the floor.
I glare up at him, and he wears a smirk.
“Asshole, you didn’t need to yank it like that,” I snap.
Dragus leans over the bed, picks me up, and places me back on it next to him. Silas grabs a cheese cube, sitting on the bed next to me. I shuffle closer to Dragus and lean against him.
“So, you will sit with him, but not me?” Silas asks.
“He didn’t help torture my friend,” I tell him. Dragus hands me something that resembles snot in a shell.
“Try that,” he says.
“What is it?” I ask, looking at it disgustedly.
“An oyster. I promise they taste better than they look.”
I sniff it, placing it in my mouth, nearly throwing up at the texture. Not only did it look like snot, it also felt like snot. I swallow the slimy sucker down, and Dragus offers me another.
“No thanks,” I tell him, pushing his hand away.
He shrugs, eating it. My stomach turns, remembering how slimy it felt going down my throat. I wonder who the hell cracked one of them open and thought it looked good enough to eat. Or were they so hungry they ate the gross-looking thing out of desperation?
Laying down on the bed, Silas, Dragus, and Matitus keep trying to get me to try things. I refuse; I am not hungry. All I can think about is what Abigail said about me not understanding something.
“What’s on your mind?” Silas asks, lying next to me.
I ignore him, keeping my walls up so he doesn’t get in my head. Dragus hops off the bed, putting the tray outside the door on the trolley, walking back in. He climbs onto the bed, pushing my legs apart, resting his head and arms on my lower abdomen while staring up at me.
Silas and Matitus both roll onto their sides, peering at me.
“Can you not stare at me like that? You’re creeping me out,” I tell them, glaring at the ceiling and ignoring them.
Dragus lifts himself, pushing my shirt up and kissing my stomach. I gasp at the sparks, pushing him away.
“Elora, you said you wouldn’t fight against the bond,” Silas warns.
I move, forcing Dragus to hop up, kneeing him in the face.
I hear Silas sigh, Dragus squeezes in beside me.
“How many Fae are alive?” I ask. The room goes completely silent as everyone stops moving.
“Why?” Silas asks.
“I want to know,” I tell him, wondering how many they have come across.
“Besides you?” Silas asks.
“Well, obviously” I mutter.
“Four then,” Silas answers.
