Page 62 of Brutal Fae King
His fingers trail over the inside of my thigh.
Oh! Please! Yes!
I want him to touch my nipples, just like how Vicmar did…
“I can do better than Vicmar,” Dralis chuckles. “You can trust me on that. Just let me take you.”
W-wait…
Then, my heart sinks.
I didn’t say anything. I was so distracted that I let him get so close to me…
I pull away from Dralis. It’s like the spell has just shattered, and for the first time since I’ve been here, I think about everything going on.
I can’t be in Thawallow right now. Maribelle can’t be playing around outside. None of this is real.
Because he’s inside my mind. All of this is inside my mind.
“Now, hold on—” Dralis tries to say, but my thoughts are too loud.
In fact, he’s manipulating me worse than that; he keeps smelling and tasting like Vicmar because he knows he could make me want him like that!
I start pulling away from Dralis—and he grabs me harder.
I try wrenching away. His grip is hurting me now. His fingers sink into the flesh of my thigh and back like he’s sinking his fingers right into soft dough. I can feel myself bruising under his nails.
“Let me go!”
“I can’t do that, Ebelor,” he replies darkly. “If I take you, Faevea is saved.”
Terror prickles over my skin. His fingers push my thigh even harder.
“I thought you would let me move freely!” I shriek in terror. “I thought you respected me!”
A chilling smile crosses his face. His eyes are hollow.
“Well, I guess perhaps both of us brothers are liars,” he murmurs.
I search deep inside myself until my powers coil around like trained snakes. For the first time, I see a little worry in his smug gaze.
“Wait—” he says.
I push the power out. Lightning cracks out from within me, sparking out into the world around me. Dralis cries out. His grip leaves me. But I don’t stop. I force the power out into the world until all I can see is bright light sizzling out into the sky around me. My eyes are blinded by my own magic—but in the crackling shape of my own lightning powers, I see a purple symbol fighting me. It becomes brighter and brighter as I conjure more lightning; the ward fights harder and harder.
No! Get out of here!
I suck in a deep breath and then give one more push. The white lightning gives an even brighter flash and the purple ward breaks.
As soon as it shatters, I feel it. That odd throbbing I remember fades from me. His power—it’s gone.
I clench my fists and my teeth and force the lightning to stop. It’s become more obedient. As the sparking slows down, I see a dark green canopy up above me.
No… not a canopy. It’s material. It’s a tent. I’m lying in a bed, in a tent.
Not where I’m supposed to be!
Exhaustion is beginning to seep into my body, but panic is blotting it out for now; I roll over onto my hands and knees—and I come face to face with a man.
