Page 107 of Their Blood Queen
My eyes widen. If Edward had actually violated the contract, perhaps that was true.
But he wasn’t the one who had taken my virginity.
Figment-Cain had.
What if… that hadn’t been a figment at all?
The mark just above my navel throbs with a distinct reminder of how much I enjoyed Figment-Cain’s company. My marks hadn’t disappeared. Only Edward’s.
Because I’m still bound by blood to my potential mate, only it’s not Edward who I’m destined for now.
But the other two figments… who are they?
They’d saved me when I had been dying. Now, I wonder how real that whole experience had been.
Why had I been dying?
More questions than answers flutter about in my head as Edward and his mother come to a conclusion about my fate.
“We speed up the timeline,” Edward says, the finality in his tone making me wrench back to reality. His eyes seem to have gone dark as he glances at me again. “We make it a public ceremony. No one will question the legitimacy of our union if we marry in the old tradition style.”
Old tradition?
I have no clue what that means, but the numbness in his gaze only tells me that there’s something wicked hiding beneath Edward’s perfect mask.
I can’t trust him.
I should never have trusted him in the first place.
What have I done?
“No one can see her until then,” the Duchess declares, then snaps her fingers. “Throw her in the dungeon. She can rot in there and think about the misfortune she’s cast on this family while arrangements are made.”
“What?” I screech as hands haul me to my feet.
I’m biting again, thrashing like a wild animal, and my blanket is ripped from me. I’m making a scene, but damn if I’m going to go quietly.
Darkness engulfs me faster than I’d like, and I’m thrown into what can only be described as a cell.
The floor is wet.
The air is rancid.
And my breath rushes out of me as my back slams into the wall, and the door creaks closed, leaving me in utter darkness.
I hadn’t taken the anti-sleep tonic for today.
Which is a good thing, but I’m going to have to calm myself enough to fall asleep.
You better be real, my figments, I think as I shiver and curl into a corner. I don’t know how I’m going to sleep like this, but I’ll eventually pass out.
I pray it won’t take long.
Although, when I start praying to Cain, it feels like he can’t hear me.
He hadn’t been there the night of Monsters Night.
And he’s not here for me now.
