Page 29 of Exiled Prince

I’m nowhere near done with her.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Saylor

My body is sore when I wake, but in a delicious way. I lost count of how many orgasms Bane gave me last night, but he fucked me until the sun came up. I didn’t even know I was capable of coming that many times. I’m alone in bed, the sheets now cool. When I open the curtains and the sunshine streams in, I wonder just how late I have slept in. My eyes fall on a vase sitting on the bedside table that wasn’t there last night. It has a beautiful yellow sunflower in it, along with a note.

Sunshine,

I’m outside sparring with the army.

Come and find me when you wake up, and I will feed you.

Bane

Lifting the sunflower to my face, I breathe in its scent before putting it back in the vase. Who knew Bane could be so romantic? My stomach grumbles, reminding me that I am hungry. Although Bane fed me enough last night, I can’t survive on dick and cum alone. Smirking at the thought, I have a quick shower and realize I don’t have any fresh clothes to wear, so I close my eyes and picture some leather pants and a pink blouse, my illusions becoming a reality.

“Perfect,” I murmur, sliding my boots on and leaving his room. Glancing down the hallway, I suddenly wish he’d given me a tour last night. Wandering downstairs, I stop when I hear what sounds like a woman crying. Following the sound, I find myself at the door of a room to the hallway on the right.

A heavily warded door.

“Hello?” I call out, knocking on the door.

The crying stops.

I open the door, my eyes widening when I see a pretty blonde laying on the bed in a fetal position, her back to me. The wards won’t let me walk in, pushing me back like an invisible wall is there, so I can only look in from the doorframe.

“Are you okay?” I call out, and the woman sits up straight, turning around to face me.

“Saylor?” she whispers, rubbing her eyes and all but running toward me until she’s standing on the other side of the ward. “Saylor, oh my fates. Please, help me get out of here!”

“What is going on, Milana?” I ask her, glancing around to make sure no one is around. “Why the fuck are you locked up in here?”

I don’t know Milana well, but I’ve met her at a few social events with her father, Declan. I had heard of Declan’s passing and the rumor he wanted to kidnap Astrid for her rare succubus blood, but I never once thought of what happened to Milana. Every time I had seen her, though, she was well put together, nicely dressed, and well-spoken. That is not the same person standing in front of me. There are dark circles under her eyes, and she looks tired. Drained.

“They kidnapped me and my father,” she explains, wrapping her arms around herself. “They killed him but are keeping me here as an unwelcome guest.”

“Why?” I ask, frowning. “Are they treating you well?”

She’s in a nice room and looks clean and clothed. She just looks miserable.

“They haven’t mistreated me,” she admits, shifting on her feet. “But I’m here against my will. I’m August’s mate. Otherwise, they would have killed me.”

Oh. And the plot thickens.

Her bare wrists tell me she hasn’t bonded with him. “You don’t want him?”

I haven’t met August yet, but I know he’s one of Bane’s squad members.

Blue eyes avoid mine. “All I want is to go home.”

Fuck.

“Please, Saylor,” she begs, eyes welling with tears. “I’ve been here for weeks. I can’t take it anymore. Only August visits me, and he’s the one person I don’t want to see. I’m fucking miserable.”

They are obviously taking care of her physical needs but not her mental or emotional health.

Bane is going to be pissed, but I can’t leave her here. I’d want someone to help me if the roles were reversed.

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