Page 68 of Enchanted Kisses
“She killed herself,” Dagan said, unfazed. “Therefore, her soul is the Realm of Death’s responsibility.”
I swallowed, my gaze fixed on the mother stroking her daughter’s hair. “Why are you showing me this?” It was horrible.
“When it comes to business, I like to get right to the point.” The image paused, zoomed in on the mother’s weeping expression. “I know why Caiden’s interested in you.”
My eyes widened.
“Relax.” Dagan pointed his out-turned palm at me. A wisp of cloves wafted in my direction, and my worry eased. “You’re safe with me. I am Death’s right-hand man, and I want you alive…unless you prove to be difficult. Then, who knows?” He smirked.
My heart hammered, even though my body felt relaxed.
“My father doesn’t want you dead, either,” he stated. “As I said before, he’d keep you if he knew you were here.”
“Then you shouldn’t have brought me here.”
“I assure you he won’t come into this room.” He flexed his fingers as if to blast me again.
“Don’t!” My voice cracked, lessening the punch. “I don’t like when you do that.”
“It’s not hurting you.” He stepped to me. “It helps you beyouwith me.” He touched my arm, and cold seeped into my skin but quickly turned warm.
I fell back against the chair and slurred, “You’re cheating.”
19
The Truth And A Life Sentence
Dagan brushed hair from my face and swept an icy finger along my jawline. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
“But how will I escape?” I murmured aloud, though I did not mean to.
“You can’t.”
My eyelids felt heavy and then they closed.
Dagan let out a frustrated breath. “Too much again. I can’t quite get you right.”
With my eyes closed, I argued weakly, “Someone will come for me.”
“Sorry, pet. That’s not possible. Your friends can’t cross here.” Noises sounded as he shuffled around the room. Glasses clinked. “Here, drink this.” He put something cold in my hand.
I opened my eyes but didn’t have the strength to lift the glass.
Dagan brought it to my mouth. “Drink.”
After a few sips, I was able to hold the glass myself. I finished the flavorless liquid, then straightened in the chair, feeling more alert.
Dagan was crouched on the floor in front of me.
I handed him the glass.
“There she is.” He set it on the table and looked over his shoulder at the image, which was paused on the wall. “Now, where were we? Ah, yes.” His hand rested on my leg, near my knee.
I cleared my throat. “Your hand.”
He pouted and then stood with a shrug, like he didn’t care. “What if I could give the woman her daughter back?”
“You can’t.” I glared, mentally stronger but not physically.
