Page 124 of The Sins of Silas

Dimitri smirked, waving his goblet in the air. “More,” he ordered to the brown-haired man intent on gazing at me. “Send Polly in, will you? She's my favorite.”

The man listened, finally breaking our stare and hurrying out a door. He was gone only momentarily before a woman with a wine bottle in hand followed him back into the room.

The woman with auburn hair wandered in, her cheeks hollow, her eyes distant. But the frightening thing wasn't just the pointed cartilageof hers that was visible, but the wicked metal binding her wrists.

Cuffs. Otacian cuffs.

Elowen staggered back in her chair, the legs screeching, and it was enough to have Dimitri calling Silas's bluff. “No witches, eh?”

Silas's eyes grew. “You've partnered with Otacia already.”

That sinister smirk grew. “Over a year ago, princeling. Your father supplied us with these cuffs just over a year ago. An effort to sway us. It sure as shit worked.” As Polly filled his glass, he brushed her arms with his mouth. She bit down hard on her lip, shaking slightly. “With those nasty Undead running around, it only made sense to partner with the King,” he murmured, eyes trailing over Polly's body.

I was going to be sick. How was Silas not aware of this?

“You saw an Undead over a year ago?” Silas asked quietly. According to him, it had been just over half a year that they had been dealing with the necromancer's creations.

Dimitri gave a fake look of sympathy. “Aww. Did daddy dearest never tell you that? Good thing, considering what a traitor you've become.”

My eyes fluttered around the room, desperately searching for Dani.

“Now, will you surrender? Or shall we have a little blood bath?” His hungry eyes trailed down the Mage prisoner. “Poor Polly here will be forced to clean up all the blood. I do enjoy seeing her bent over, though.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but her expression remained blank.

I'm going to kill him. I'm going to fucking kill him.

Soldiers bearing the cuffs advanced, and I had seconds to think. We were fucked if we lost our magic. Then again, Dani andVi were in hiding, the Warlock buzzing around this room with the Faltrunians none the wiser.

We could escape and have the upper hand. If Vi shifted into a guard, perhaps their thumbprint could free us.

I could slit Dimitri's throat…burn him alive in his sleep. He'd never see it coming.

Reeling back my homicidal thoughts, I said, “There's no point fighting.” I looked at all my friends. “We've been bested.”

Silas slowly turned to me, and a silent conversation was passed between us.

“You sure you know what you're doing?”

I have a plan. Trust me.

He swallowed, then nodded slightly.

“Wow, that's it?” Dimitri snorted. “When did the Prince of Otacia become such a pussy?”

Silas's lip curled, but he kept his eyes on mine.

Trust me.

The brown-haired guard just watched me, and his eyes flared as the cuffs secured my wrists and my true appearance was revealed. Merrick and El were next. The only thing I could be grateful for was the fact they remained detached.

Dimitri clicked his tongue. his eyes roaming over us all as our glamours faded. He licked his lips, grasping Polly's ass, her lip trembling. His eyes met mine. “I may have use for you,” he said to me, his lip curving.

My heart sped up, sweat beading my hairline.

No. I will not be violated again.

Never again.

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