Page 5 of Trapped to Tame
Priest didn’t hide his disparaging grimace at Drax’s ridiculous idea. ‘She's useless. I say we leave without bothering with her any further.’
‘No,’ Drax growled. ‘I'm not wrong. You can smell her too. You know who her father must be.’
‘All the more reason to leave. Slay the bitch, and let's be gone.’
‘I say we need her,’ Drax insisted. ‘I’ll have my final revenge when we’re finished with her.’
He left Priest standing in the doorway as he went back inside the dirty hovel, clearly finished with their discussion.
Priest followed slowly. If he was still in command here, he’d slit her throat now in the knowledge that all the fae were better off with one less branch of her family tree in existence; half-blood or no, but it wasn’t his decision to make. Not anymore.
‘We need you to help us,’ Drax said to the female. ‘If you do, we'll free you.’
Her unremarkable brown eyes narrowed as she surveyed them. She seemed slightly more intelligent than he’d first assumed, he’d give her that.
‘Fine,’ she said simply.
Priest didn't let the doubt show on his face, but that had been far too easy.
Even as he thought it, she darted up from her stinking pallet and ran from the room. Fie moved to stop her, but Drax stayed him with a gesture.
‘We know her scent,’ he said. ‘She won't get far. Besides, she doesn't even seem to have any clothes. She’ll freeze out there tonight if she runs from us.’
Priest heard a thud outside and the female returned a moment later, carrying a pair of boots, some trousers and the ridiculous leather jerkin that somehow made even her inadequate tits look enticing.
She began to get dressed in front of them and Priest walked out into the darkness with a shake of his head. Beside the building, he found her keeper slumped over asleep. This man had, in effect, sold her to them.
They hadn't known earlier why they’d been told to return at this late hour, but they didn’t want any trouble that would delay them, so they’d waited. From the state of the female when they’d arrived, though, it seemed that she’d been prepared to spread her legs for them.
Priest snorted. As if they’d want such a tiny, weak thing. He liked his women with a bit more substance to them, even the human ones when he was so inclined.
But even if he’d been interested, as soon as he had smelled her family’s blood in that room, that would have put a stop to any feelings of ardor. One thing was for certain, once she got them to the Underhill, he would slit her throat if Drax didn’t regardless of their bargain with her. The bitch should know better than to make deals with fae and expect fairness anyway. Hopefully one day soon, he’d get the chance to kill the one he really wanted as well. Her sire.
Feeling like taking his aggression out on someone, he walked briskly to the slumbering keeper, but as he neared, Priest noticed the man’s head rested on his shoulders at an odd angle. God's, it had been practically twisted off. He glanced back into the room and snorted. She’d taken her own revenge quickly. He'd have to remember not to underestimate her. She was more than she seemed.
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Eve
Eve dragged on her boots,ignoring the chill of the night air as it blew through the tiny room made all the smaller by the three hulking men taking up all the space. They were attractive, more so than other men who frequented the rings, but there was something about them that made her fear.
She was rarely afraid of small groups of men regardless of their size, but these ones ... they were predators and they made her instinctually feel like prey. She didn't like it, not at all.
They spoke of taking her with them, making a deal, and she couldn't stay here, not after what she just done to Jays. She didn’t regret it. It had felt good to feel the bones in his neck crack under her fingers. He’d deserved that and more.
Finishing getting dressed, she looked at them expectantly, and they seemed at a loss as to what to do with her for a moment. Perhaps they’d thought she wouldn’t willingly go with them.
‘I'm Drax,’ said the one who must be the leader. He pointed with his thumb behind him to the other dark-haired one. ‘Priest.’ And with the other hand. ‘Fie.’
‘Eve,’ she said roughly.
‘Eve,’ the one called Fie muttered. He said her name like a caress as he looked at her.
She swallowed hard and ignored his smirk, as if he knew how he affected her.
‘Come,’ Priest said. ‘She's killed her keeper. We need to be gone before anyone sees.’
She snorted. ‘No one will notice until morning.’
