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This is crazy. I don’t know how many days it’s been, but I’m over this shit… both the strange dreams and my kidnapping. All I can take comfort in is knowing we haven’t traveled long enough to be out of the Summer Courtyet, even if me being transported in a cart of ironalsomeans that I’ve been kidnapped by enemies of the fae.
And the fae have few people foolish enough to count them as enemies or to create objects made from forbidden iron. Which makes sense. Anyone found to be enemies of the fae are tossed out of our lands and left to the iron demons.
A punishment that’s ultimately a death sentence.
Idiots.
“Aren’t you foursobig and bad? Stealing a lone woman off the street!” I thrash around angrily the best I can. Unfortunately, my wrists are bound with heavy iron cuffs with a chain between them. My legs have nearly the same setup, but they also have enough give on the chains to allow me to shift around freely. It’s irritating, but at least I can move around.
For days I’ve shouted and taunted the people who took me, partially because I want them to release me, so that I have a chance to run, and partially because I keep hoping someone on the road will hear me. It’s just about the only thing I can do in my current situation, so I keep trying, even though my shouting has only resulted in my throat hurting.
But like hell, I’m going to give up. If that’s what they’re hoping for, I’m going to prove them wrong!
I throw myself around and kick at the cart's walls, cringing in pain when my feet hit the iron bars encasing me. There’s no way I can escape. Something I’d learned on day one, but apparently, my temper works better than my brain.
”Fucking hell! Let me out of here!”
Nothing. I doubt they even stir when I yell. Hell, I bet they’re giggling to each other and hiding behind their skirts like the pricks they are. Yet, if I have any chance at escape, it’s going to be with this plan. That I know for sure.
“Hello! Can you kidnappers hear me? Let me go, you slimy assholes!”
Only the sound of wheels hitting yet another hole in the dirt road responds to me. It’s a viscous hole, and my whole body rises and thuds back down, awakening even more pains in my miserable body.
“You tiny dicked bastards!” I curse them, trying to ignore the very real desire to cry, hiding behind all my bravado.
“I don’t have a dick,” the one woman captor says from the front of the cart in a chipper voice.
I’m going to kill her first when I get out of this.
“Bitch.”
How could she help these men kidnap me? Shouldn’t we women be sticking together?She won’t even tell me why they’ve kidnapped me. None of these fuckers will. I deserve that much, at least.
I don’t know the rules of kidnapping, but I’d like to think telling your victimwhyyou have them would be a common courtesy, but every time we’ve stopped to eat they just throw food at me and ignore my questions. I can’t even see their faces through the masks they wear.
Fucking cowards.
Kicking at the bars, the sadness behind my anger tries to rise up for the thousandth time, and I push the unwanted emotion down so far that it’s like a burning yeast infection being ignored at an important event. Which, well, is impossible. That kind of burning itch can’t possibly be ignored.
The back of my heel hits the bottom of the iron carriage-cage and pain radiates from the movement so shocking that my breath rushes out. The minute I can, I’m gasping in air, just lying there, feeling lost.How the hell did I get in this situation and how do I get out? Can I even get out?
My thoughts start to change as my sadness deepens, despite how hard I fight it. I wonder if the princes are worried about me, since even my dreams won’t let me forget about them. Maybe. Probably. Theydothink I’m their mate, after all. If they knew the truth, they wouldn’t care that I disappeared, that’s for sure.
Yet, I think I might care about them. At least a little. If my dreams are any indication.
I didn’t show up for their precious test to explore my “fae side,” so they have to know I’m gone and that I’ve been gone for a while by now. The thing is, they might think I ran off instead of being dragged away. At least Prince Sulien would think so, especially after our last brutal fight.
Maybe he told the others. Maybe they’re not even looking for me now. Hell, he could have just revealed our whole scam, so everyone was glad to be rid of me.
Tears sting my eyes.Is my family still safe? Or have they been thrown out on their asses, left to starve until I can escape and get back to take care of them?
I sigh. My heart aches. And that burning rises back up, like the itchy, burning bitch that is a yeast infection, or unwanted feelings. I take a deep breath, finally deciding to explore whatever the hell feelings I’m trying to run away from. The burning inside of me that doesn’t want to keep being ignored while I hide behind anger.
The emotion I find is surprising. Not just sadness, but a longing. I’m longing forthem. I think I miss the fae princes, which makes no sense at all. I pushed them all away in no uncertain terms. And the idea of being with them—all four of them—is something I just can’t fathom, even though my dream has me a little less terrified and a little more excited about the prospect. Still, right now, I wish they were here. Even if we were kidnapped together, that would be better than this.
Another emotion comes behind the sadness and longing… regret. Even if they don’t know the truth about me, they might not even be looking for me since I rejected all of them the night of the ball,andfought with Forrest and Sulien the day after the ball. Maybe none of them want me anymore, I'm more trouble than I'm worth and they’re happy I’m gone.
This could be for the best, at least for them.They can chalk this all up to some celestial glitch and go back to their regular lives. Lives of wealth and privilege. Lives with all the beautiful fae throwing themselves at them.
