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“The queen’s best sorceress.”
How arrogant. Unless, of course, she’s telling the truth. “I haven’t heard of you.”
“Haven’t you been living in some damp, dark corner of a cave?”
“I’m a dragon.” I stare at her as if she’s stupid. “Do you have a name? Or should I think of you as that bitch with magic?”
The sorceress smiles wickedly. “I like that.” She tilts her head. “But my name is Zin.”
“Where did you get these chains, Zin?” I can’t help but dread her answer.
“From the demon.”
The blood drains from my face. “He’s dead?”
“Do you want him to be?”
That seems like a dangerous question, but I answer truthfully. “No.”
“He’s alive. Though he has no need for aellurium chains any longer.”
“Why?”
Zin shrugs. “He already collected the bounty on your head.”
My body goes numb and cold, as if I’ve been carved from ice. “Rook betrayed me?”
“Don’t tell me you trusted him. He’s the Gray Prince. The bastard son of King Everhart, may he rot in hell with his succubus whore.”
“Exactly.” I should be angry, but I’m still so cold. “He’s your enemy.”
The sorceress laughs, a dismissive sound. “He’s loyal to none.”
“You’re the queen’sbestsorceress.” I spit the word as if it’s an insult. “Why would he hand me over to his enemies?”
“Just business as usual for the demon. He surrendered you in a heartbeat when we offered him freedom instead of gold.”
“But he protected me.” It sounds pathetic when it leaves my mouth.
“You’re worth more alive.” Her lip curls with disgust. “Besides, he’s an incubus, not a necrophile. He can’t feed from your corpse.”
Instinctively, my hands curl into fists. I wince at the spike in pain from my wound. “Where did Rook go?”
When Zin sighs, her breath clouds the night air. “Who the fuck cares?”
The sorceress turns her back on me. When she waves her hand, two men grunt and heft the cage into the back of a wagon. I rattle the bars, but the sorceress doesn’t even flinch. The wagon jolts into motion.
Too late, I realize what I should have asked: Where the fuck are they taking me?
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
We travel through the night. The wagon wheels creak as my prison lumbers and bumps along a muddy road. Fog clings to the forest and obscures the moon, which casts a milky white glow upon the pallid sky.
It’s cold wearing nothing but chains. Soon, my teeth are chattering. I claw at the aellurium that binds me. Despite their delicate appearance, the chains seem unbreakable. Zin must have enchanted themto be an endless loop, without any sign of a clasp. The chains weren’t like this when Rook captured me.
Did he abandon me? Betray me?
There’s a sick twisting in my gut when I think about how close I came to sleeping with him. He knew I was in heat. Vulnerable. He had me begging for him.
