Page 41 of Tangled Fates

Anger replaced the sadness, and it was so fierce, it almost felt like my own.

“No, they haven’t,” I said, wondering if Demitri was still in my room.

“Who hurt you?” His voice held a lethal edge that made me shiver.

“Does it matter?” Gray looked toward my door before looking back at me with controlled anger.

Goddess, he was hot when he was angry.

“With you, Sunshine, it will always matter,” he said, pulling me in for another hug that put me at ease but made me want more.

It felt so good to be in his arms. He felt safe.

“Thank you for stepping in,” I said, trying to think of anything that would make him stay a little longer.

“You’re welcome,” he said, pulling away.

Disappointment hit me instantly as I tried to hide it.

Meow.

Loki climbed into my lap pushing his head against my boobs.

“Hey there, bud,” I scratched behind his ear as he meowed again. “He’s hungry, would you mind feeding him? Unless…”

I held up my hand that was still cuffed to a chain.

“As much as I want to release you, I need to speak to Soren first,” he said, getting up and holding his hand out for me.

I pursed my lips in disappointment.

“I’m sorry. He needs to release you, or I need to find the incantation to release you,” he said looking guilty. “I’ll feed Catzilla and grab you something to eat.”

I tried not to blame him for my predicament, but I was irritated that I was confined to my room and chained to the wall.

“Thank you,” I said, walking to my window to see dusk settling over the tower.

“Come on Catzilla,” he called out to Loki who hissed at the name.

I kept my face impassive even though I liked the name. Loki stayed in the middle of the room, staring at me.

“Go, bud. I know you’re starving,” I said.

He cocked his head at me and I swear he was debating if he should go or just starve. When he walked to the door, I smiled. My little Catzilla was never one to miss a meal.

Gray brought me several meals before I grew impatient of being stuck in my room. He always gave me his, “he was working on it" excuse, but how long was it going to take for his brother to quit being an asshole? But one meal time, Gray came in with blood splattered on his neck.

“I hope that’s hot sauce,” I said, pointing at his neck.

“Hot sauce?” he asked confused, setting down my tray of food before wiping his neck and seeing the red on his hand.

“Blood?” I raised my brow at him. “Are you and Soren getting into fights?”

He clenched his jaw, he was indecisive.

“No, no fights between us,” he said, not offering up more.

I glared at him hoping he would give me more information, but he was being silent.

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