Chapter 7
Delicious Poison
Two of Castine's henchmen walk on either side of me as they lead me down a long corridor. She keeps her distance, her eyes on my back. I dare not turn around. If I do, she might see my crazy-shaded eyes going through a whirlwind of emotions right now.
Stone walls with aged surfaces flank me on either side. They're a mixture of gray and black from the centuries they've stood. I can tell we're underground, but I don't know how deep. She gave me a scent masker on the way, so there's no chance of Gage finding me right now.
The end of the corridor comes into view, along with the heavy metal door that is sealing a dark room. The symbols etched into the door are to hold a night stalker. I've seen them before.
Kane.
The door swings open, and a dark figure lunges forward from the shadows only to be whirled backwards with a mere flick of Castine's wrist. How the hell did she just do that?
The amulet on her neck glows red. It's held in place by a gold chain, and the teardrop shaped jewel carries a secret... the secret of her power.
The glowing blue eyes of the night stalker forced against the wall draws my attention. It's definitely Kane. His limbs are splayed against the stones as he struggles against her invisible hold.
Castine simply laughs as one of the men shoves me inside, knocking me to my knees. Gage's jacket is the only thing warming me right now. I'm thankful for it since this dungeon prison is even colder than the outside.
Seeing Kane's eyes grow wide in shock doesn't scare me, but when his eyes grow bluer, darker, I begin shaking. It's still so unnatural to see the monster he really is.
"What the fuck?" he growls, his eyes turning back to Castine.
"You knew this was coming, lover," she says with an eerie grin. "I know you're hungry. You're probably starving, in fact. So I brought you a succulent little gift. It's your choice what you want to do with her.
"If you change her, I'll simply make her my toy. You know how I love a good girl toy. Changing her will pass the bond you share with her to me. Of course, you could always drain her dry and get back your strength. We've got some time to make up for. I don't want you too exhausted to enjoy my company."
He snarls at her, still held back by the invisible restraints. "You fucking twisted bitch."
She just laughs harder as she leads the men away from the room. She stops and turns around once more, her eyes going black again as they did in the car.
"I'll be back in a few days to see what you've done. Enjoy, lover."
The door creaks to a sealed shut, and I back against the far corner as Kane is released. He starts to walk toward me, his eyes proving he's ready for a kill, but he turns back and slams his hands against the wall.
"Fuck!" he shouts, making my ears ring a little. "Why the hell didn't you just get out of town?"
I slink down, tears teetering on the edges of my lids. I'm going to die by the hands of the only man I've ever loved. I feel as though I've landed in some tragic Shakespearian play.
I don't even attempt to answer. I wrap up in Gage's jacket as though it can save me, when I know it can't. His scent lingers on it, making me feel safe, though I know what a gravely false sense of security that is.
"Damn it, Alyssa. I kept telling you to leave. I warned you over and over! You made it too easy. You could have stayed on the move!"
I wipe the stray streaks of clear tears, but they start coming in such abundance that I can't catch them all.
"Sorry," I almost whisper.
Knowing my fate, there aren't really a whole lot of words. He grips his head and drops down to the corner across from me.
"She's starved me for a week, Alyssa. She wants me to snap, and she wants me to kill you to reinstate our bond."
"I know," I murmur while looking away. "Just get it over with."
He says nothing and makes no attempt to move until I look at him. Then, he slowly stands and starts walking toward me, his eyes growing bluer until he reaches me.
"No. Not while I have any sanity left. You need to do something about your knee. It's bleeding, and that's not nice to do to a hungry night stalker."
He pulls his shirt off, which only provokes my own hunger. I'm trapped in a dungeon with my bloodthirsty ex, while playing pawn to a sadistic bitch's game, and I'm still controlled by this fucked up connection we have because I rushed into giving him something I couldn't get back. Pathetic.
