Page 14 of Seized to Sacrifice
Rye let out a groan. ‘She’s not human,’ he said loudly, raising his arms in frustration.
‘I disagree. Sheishuman and if you'd have left her to freeze down in the cells for any longer with these festering wounds on her back, she’d have been beyond even my help.’
‘Enough! She plays games with us,’ Rye snarled as he stepped forward, putting his hand on her arm as if to pull her from the bed.
It was all that Nyx could do not to push Rye back. Instead, he let his Brother feel how hot her skin was.
A moment later, Rye let out a snarl.
‘The conjure didn’t take,’ he muttered so low that Nyx almost didn’t hear him.
So his Brotherhadtried to help her. That was interesting.
‘So be it,’ Rye said. ‘Fucking keep her here then, but you make sure to chain her. I can’t work a conjure on her for a few more days. The bitch could escape us if she’s loose in the keep.’
‘Aye,’ Nyx muttered as Rye turned back towards the door to his chamber.
‘Put your glamor back on before the servants see,’ he said, ‘and when the fever breaks, she goes back to the cells.’
Nyx didn’t answer and heard the door close a moment later. He sat in a chair by the fire and opened a book. He had no intention of chaining her to the bed so, he would simply stay in the room with her until she was better.
He read until it was late evening and then dozed in his chair as his bed was occupied.
She began to stir, and he opened his eyes, going to her side.
‘You're safe,’ he said. ‘Are you thirsty?’
‘Yes,’ she croaked, her eyes still closed. ‘I had the most awful dream. There were beasts and monsters and …’
She opened her eyes. They widened and she screamed, scrambling up the bed away from him.
Nyx jumped back, belatedly realizing that he hadn't donned his glamor. She could see his true size, his horns, his claws. Everything. He grimaced and that made her scream louder. He hurried to put the glamor back on and it settled over him, but the damage had been done.
She dove from the bed and tried to run for the door, but she was clearly dizzy, and her body too weak for such exertion. She lurched to the side and clung to the wall to keep herself steady, but then her legs gave way. He saw the moment she knew that her dress was gone. She looked up at him with wide, scared eyes, trying to cover herself with her arms, curling into a ball by the wall and staring at him fearfully.
He put his hands up in supplication. ‘I will not harm you. Please believe me. You're only here because you are very ill.’
‘Please,’ she said brokenly. ‘Please don't ...’
Nyx regarded her grimly. ‘Can you stand up?’
She tried and fell back to the floor with a low cry, her eyes already closing.
‘Who are you?’ she asked. ‘Whatare you?’
‘Who or what do you think I am?’
Tears leaked from her eyes as they opened again, and she stared up at him. ‘I don’t know.’
She tried to crawl towards the door, and he decided he'd had enough of this, bending down to her. He picked her up gently, easily subduing her when her hands came up to push him away and deposited her back in the bed. He pulled the covers up to her chin, hoping that would help to allay her panic.
‘You have nothing to fear from me. Not today at least.’
She gave a small sob and her head rolled to the side as sleep took her again.
Nyx stood over her, staring at her for a long time. Sighing, he took a small, padded manacle and clasped it around her ankle.
His traitorous cock hardening as he chained her to his bed, Nyx ran a hand through his dark hair. He backed away from her, practically fleeing his room before he made himself a liar and did give her something to fear from him though it was the last thing he should want to do … whether it washeror not.
