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“You want to get your ass kicked in your own palace?” Forrest taunts before lunging and landing a punch to my jaw.
I don’t react even though it hurts like a bitch. Instead, I hit him in the stomach. Hard. Fast. Before he can even get the smirk off his face.
He opens his mouth, probably to curse me, but I tackle him. “Don’t come intomyhouse and order me around. Don’t come intomycourt and act like you knowanythingabout how we do things here.” I say, through gritted teeth as I straddle him and land two blows to his face.
He sneers and bucks me off of him, kicking at me but missing. He grabs me around my shoulders, and we tussle, rolling around the floor in a tangle of punches and kicks. It’s not mature. It’s not the behavior of two princes, but I don’t give a shit, it feels good. Even if I’m naked, which would make things awkward if I was in any other headspace.
We roll towards the door where I’m pretty sure staff and guests alike will see us. But, again, I can’t seem to care. Luckily, someone does. Cobar and Zane finally step in to separate us, which is no easy task, but they eventually get us back on our feet. I lunge for Forrest again, but Cobar holds me back and whispers in my ear that we really need to focus on finding Cassia.
With the mention of her name, I stop trying to get out of his hold, but I’m no less angry. “He started this shit!” I yell, adrenaline still coursing through my veins.
He didn’t have to come in here like he had a giant cock to toss around.Hewas the one who walked in and demanded answers. Answers that I don’t have. Answers that I desperately wish I had.
“You started it by lying,” Forrest says in a scary calm voice, his green eyes practically glowing with anger. “We’re supposed to all be in this together, but how is that supposed to happen if you’rehidingthings from us? If you’relyingto our faces?”
Damn it.Some of my anger fades away, and I see it. Behind the anger, he’s desperate to find our mate. Just like me.
And I don’t want to admit it, but he’s right. I started all of this with the deal and the spell with Cassia. I got her into this mess, and now, she’s missing. This is all my fault, and they all deserve an explanation. The thing is, I can’t give them the whole truth, so I won’t give him anything.
Not yet. But if I don’t find her soon, I don’t know what I’ll do.
Cassia, where are you? And are you okay?
THREE
Cassia
I’m outside the cart, the chain between my cuffs gone, and my feet free, but the cuffs still miserably closed around my wrists, being dragged by two thugs who clearly just want to rest after a long few days of traveling, but we’re busy heading toward theDeathHouse. The place I’ve aptly nicknamed because these monsters will inevitably murder me in some terrible way in this frightening house.
Okay, they probablyactuallywon’t. If they wanted to murder me, they could have done it a thousand times already without wasting all the time bringing me here. But, unfortunately, there are worse things than death, and I have no desire to experience them.
So, it’splantime. It might not be a good plan. It might not be a safe plan. It might even get me beaten to a pulp. But… if I keep thinking this way, I’m going to rethink the whole idea and be inside the Death House before I’ve even had a chance to try to escape.
I’m sticking to the plan now known as: Wimpy Wimpy Plan.And, it’s go time!
“Oh, my legs are so tired from being cramped in that cart!” I whine as two of the masked men jerk my arms harder.
Otherwise, they ignore me and continue to tug on my arms. I let my legs go limp, and they almost lose their footing when I drop to the ground in an unseemly heap of sweaty clothes and limp limbs. It’s weird, the opposite of what I want to do, but this plan was the best one I could come up with, so I’m committed now.
“Get up!” One of them huffs as they change their grips and continue trying to drag me.
I pout. “Can you just carry me? My feet don’t seem to be working anymore.” I dig my feet into the dirt, disturbing their dragging again.
“Will you shut up and just walk into the house, dammit?” The kidnapper on my right says. He grumbles to himself about whose bright idea this was.
“Oh, my dainty feet are too good for this filthy ground. They deserve a grand entrance. Or at least a paved entrance.” I say, lifting my feet up, so they don’t touch on the ground, making the kidnappers hold my full weight. They’re forced to readjust their footing again. The other kidnapper yanks my arm and sneers.
“Can I get a piggyback ride, at least?” I go limp in their arms again, and they struggle to move my dead weight. The men grunt and groan as they try to get a better hold on me.
“Am I too heavy for you? Maybe you should only kidnap petite women. You know, that seems like it’d be easier.” I slip one of my arms out of their grasp and half fall on the floor again, while one guy continues to hold my arm helplessly.
I bet they wish they hadn’t let the other guys go inside already.
It’s hard not to snicker as the one that has my arm says, “Are you going to do something?” To his buddy.
His buddy throws up his arms. “They don’t want her hurt, so what the hell do you want me to do?”
Oh, Wimpy Wimpy Plan is working.
