Page 78 of The Monster's Wife


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“It is,” Hex and Silence say in unison.

“Then, you must consummate.”

Someone else interjects, “Only if she’s able to produce heirs. She has so much internal damage that the healers can’t confirm if she’ll survive, let alone be able to carry fledglings.”

My gut pulses painfully.

My magic pulls me backward, or maybe I stagger away.

Everything is so hazy, it’s difficult to comprehend what’s happening.

“We’ll do what needs to be done to ensure our union is binding,” Silence says in a clipped tone. “Is there anything else you need from us?”

“Can we trust you to handle the consummation in a timely—”

“You’ll trust your princes to handle their wife,” Hex snarls. “No more discussion is needed.”

“We’ll manage Alinelle and our bond,” Silence says. “Trust that to us.”

I stumble backward.

My head swims with hurt and unease.

Memories of how dissatisfied they were at our wedding spill through my mind as I retreat. They never wanted me. Not until I ended up as the last remaining heir available.

I back away as my hand slides along the cool brick of the wall. My bracelet jingles, and I freeze. There’s commotion in the meeting room, and panic rips through my system.

I turn to run as lava courses through my abdomen.

I don’t make it very far before an echoing pop fills the air.

At first, I’m sure it’s my sister or Korso coming to rescue me. My sister’s mate can open portals anywhere. It’s one of the reasons my mother viewed him as such a desirable match.

Movement comes my way from behind me. I glance back and toward the portal again, willing someone I recognize to offer a hand.

My heart throbs as the seconds pass. My magic pulses, trying to yank me forward.

There’s no one coming for me. It’s time to save myself.

I don’t know where I’ll land, but I toss myself through, anyway.

I pass out during the trip and land in an unfamiliar human town.

My eyes dart around as I push myself off the unforgiving ground.

It’s not soft like the earth in Faere.

It’s hard, like boulders or rocks.

My face and arm sting where the skin is broken open. I struggle to my feet, glancing around.

I briefly expect to find my sister.

Hell, any friendly face will do.

There’s no one.

Memories of how I got here flood back.

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