Page 52 of Hell Fae King
Not at Constantine, but at Salayla and Tor.
My parents.
I blinked, trying to look away from them. But my focus was on the stage, on Constantine, on this farce of a trial.
Yet inside I wanted toscream. Toburn.To annihilate every fucking traitor in this square.
This is wrong, I thought.So fucking wrong.
Why can’t I move?
Constantine’s spell…
Whispers of it hummed in my ear, his magic paralyzing and forcing me to watch my parents’ executions.And Emelyn’s…
How do I know that?I wondered.
Because I’ve lived this day before,I realized in the next beat.None of this is real.
Oh, it’d happened long, long ago.
That wand glittering with red magic. The words that came next that solidified my parents’ fate. The spell that marbleized my parents’ skin as they knelt and pleaded with the crowd to save them.
I shivered inside, the vivid execution playing out in my mind.
Yet Constantine was still talking before me. Still listing offenses from that damn scroll clutched in his hands.
“Based on the testimonies provided by their son, Ajax?—”
I stopped listening, my eyes narrowing.
I hadn’t provided any testimonies. It was all bullshit. A mental mindfuck meant to break me. To shatter my parents. Tohurt.
And it had.
Oh, fuck, had ithurt.
Followed by Emelyn’s…
I swallowed, my gaze sliding to her back. She stood still as stone several paces before me, trapped under the same spell.
They would unfreeze her soon, just like my parents, and then…
I closed my eyes, refusing to relive this scene.
It’s not real.
It’s an illusion.
Manufactured by… byLucifer.
My brow furrowed, that last thought kick-starting my heart.
Lucifer.
We were in his dungeon. He was showing me Dakota’s cell. Her personal prison. Her hellscape. Hernightmare.
He was forcing her to relive her sins, but it went deeper than that. I could… I could feel it through Cami.
