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Sorsha kicks her bars to call for my attention.
“Do you have your pins?” she signs in silence.
I check my hair, and find a few of the thin, sharp tools still in place. I nod, but don’t bother to free them. I lift my ankle and point to the device no longer visible, but palpable.
I glare at the empty place as if the hidden devices were snakes coiling along my skin. Doryn made it clear that if I attempt to remove them, they’ll cut my feet clean off. Something tells me I shouldn’t test him on that.
What if I kick them off in my sleep? My stomach recoils.
Sorsha sighs, in agreement.
What’s the point in trying to get out of the cell? These are location devices. If we were closer to Allea, we might be able to dash across the border to safety, but the journey takes days.They’d find us, and then, we’ll be worse off than we are.
I lick my lips, remembering Doryn’s punishing thrusts inside my ass. He knew I wasn’t accustomed to such an invasion. He knew it was uncomfortable for me, filling me up too much, overwhelmingly all-consuming. And he liked it.
And you liked it.
I could kick myself for it, but it’s no less true. If his reprimands follow that pattern, I should consider myself fortunate.
The thing is, the king might enjoy fucking me, but he’s shown no such interest in the others. He barely gave any of them any attention at all. Their punishments wouldn’t be rough sex. And I couldn’t live with myself if my impulsive decisions ended up causing them harm.
Well played, Doryn. Well played indeed.
Kriss moves his hands fast, joining the inaudible conversation. “We can’t let them torture us for information. Everyone in the tower is at risk if we do.”
I nod in agreement, but what choice do we have?
We can die to protect everyone else.
That’s the obvious solution, what any spy would choose.
The others might have their flasks of poison, but mine is discarded along with what’s left of my dress upstairs in the king’s study. Still, it’d be easy. All I’d have to do is mess with those anklets and bleed out. That wouldn’t be a pretty, painless death.I wince, imagining it. At least it wouldn’t last too long. The blood loss ought to knock me out in minutes.
And for what? I don’t know that much about the operation of the tower. In case of situations such as the one we find ourselves in, no one has every bit of information. Most of us only know about our own missions. We know the tower’s location, certainly, but so does Alrion, and the traitor has no doubt already sung that tune to the king.
Dying for a cause is something, but we might be dying for nothing at all.
I start to sign. “We can’t give up. We’re here, at the heart of the court of night. So long as we’re alive, we can complete the mission.”
I say we; I meanI.
In the few hours I’ve known him, the king proved he likes fucking me almost as much as he likes humiliating me. Whatever labor he has in mind for me will include both sex and shame in spades. He’ll want me close to him. And one day, somehow, when he’s lowered his guard, and I’ve learned about what he is, what he can do, I’ll manage to murder him.
“Hells yeah,” Sorsha says out loud. With her hands, she adds, “But the pretty boy is mine.”
There’s no need to ask who she’s referring to. I’m not the only one who wants vengeance for what Alrion did for us.
I grin, knowing she’ll make him regret everything.
13
CALDORYN
It goes against all my instincts to let the girl rot in a cage overnight, but Vess was right to demand it. I’ve ignored his wisdom far too much for one day.
Still, I’d much rather she was right here in my chamber, sprawled on my bed, or my chaise, or my floor—anywhere where I can feed her grapes and sweets and my cock.
Vess is worried I’m losing sight of the fact that despite her appeal, she is the enemy. He couldn’t be more mistaken.
