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They laugh at me when I ask for more food.
Rage heats my blood and makes my vision tunnel. If not for the iron around me, I would have killed them all long ago. There are eight of them in total. I've been here for so long that I know them all.
I have finally learned the Autumn Fae’s name: Veronica. She’s gotten sloppy with how she barks out orders. When my door hangs open, I see her dark chocolate hair and chestnut eyes. Those vixen eyes often flick to the burly Fae male. I think he is her partner, but I can't be sure.
There's a pair of Vampires donning black leather suits. I still don't know their names, but yesterday they dragged a couple of human teenagers in front of my cell after I called them “bloodsuckers” and turned them into raisins so I could watch.
A Were pops in occasionally, but he seems to be separate from the rest of the group and rarely speaks to them.
The Fae keep three humans around all the time. They wear masks. No one uses their names, relying on their guns and drugs to keep me in line.
I hate the drugs more than anything else.
They’ve upped the levels of medication in my food, and it’s harder than ever to stay alert. A heavy fog has taken permanent residency in my mind. I can barely think, let alone feel. A horrifying numbness is taking over the pain. Nothing is right.
I am alone.
I am beginning to believe I will die down here. Even my owl is feeling the effects of the drugs and iron. She’s barely clawing at my insides now.
Instead of feeling relief that the pain is lessening, all I can feel is dread.
My captors refuse to talk to me, but from what I’ve overheard during my lucid moments, they’re some type of fanatic group whose objective is to overthrow both the Summer and Winter courts. It’s laughable, really. If they knew how much I hated my birthright and they had asked me to help them instead of kidnapping and drugging me, we might have been on the same side.
It’s too late now, though.
I don’t know how much longer I can last. Even now, I can feel everything fading away. My birthright magic, a gift from Fortuna herself, is little more than a long-lost dream.
Even my precious memories of the Summer Fae male are fading, his features becoming less defined as I succumb to the drug-induced hazes. Sometimes I imagine he is coming to rescue me, but I know it’s all in my head.
He’s probably forgotten all about me.
I don’t blame him.
I’d forget about me, too, if I could.
Chapter17
The Deal of a Lifetime
NATHANIEL
I’m standing outside the high-rise apartment building in the middle of Port City. Raindrops are splattering on the ground behind me, and I hold a black umbrella above my head. Thank the gods, I changed into regular clothes at my apartment before arriving.
I press the buzzer, and moments later, an ugly deep voice blares over the speaker. “Good evening. Who are you looking for?”
I blink at the politeness. It’s not at all common in Port City. “Um, I’m looking for Boss Akron. The Warlock.”
I’d earned his last name after working for him for years. He was still a bastard, though.
“Ah, very good. Your name, please?”
I lean forward, ensuring that I am heard. “Nathaniel Sprigg.”
“One moment.”
I tap my foot against the wet sidewalk. That stupid grin is still pasted on my face. Feeling so excited about receiving a shipment is irrational, but I can’t help the butterflies flitting around in my stomach.
It’s been such a long time coming, but I will finally know her name by the end of tonight.
