Page 94 of Cursed to Be Mine
The thought blisters rage across my heart as I sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. The fucker kidnapped me.
Heliedto me.
He used me as bait to get to Derek, and now he thinks he can play with me like that werewolf wanted to?
The fuck he can.
I’m going to kill him.
Standing up, I look around for something to use as a weapon, but there’s nothing. Just the bed and a small table beside it. No lamp on top of it. No pictures on the wall. There’s a window covered with plain black curtains, and that’s it. It might not be barred, but I don’t care to check.
I’m not running; he’d just catch me. And there was a truth in his voice when he said he wouldn’t hurt me when I was in the bathroom that I believe.
The sucker.
I’m going to use that against him when I beat him to death.
Moving to stand beside the door, preparing to pounce on him when he comes in to check on me, I take five steps before it opens.
A young man steps inside, holding a tray of food. “You ain’t a veggie are ya?”
I stare at him as he stares at me. My stomach growls, but I ignore it.
The door closes behind him without any brush of his foot, and fear slams into me, shoving aside my anger as it pedals me back. “You’re a witch.”
Khalid being one isn’t scary. It’s heartbreaking and cruel and fills me with the urge to punch him in theface, but I don’t know this man, and I have seen what they can do.
Derek’s destroyed corpse attacks my mind, his one eyeball imploring me to run. My lips tremble as I realize I have nowhere else to retreat and nothing with which to hit him with.
“No!” The man gasps sarcastically. “Really?” Laughing at his own joke, he walks towards me. “Khalid not tell you anything, huh? Just like the ass.”
With every footfall, my pulse spikes until I’m certain it’s going to punch its way out of my ribcage.
“Relax. You die of a heart attack, and Khalid’s going to blame me.”
“Who are you?” I demand as my brain struggles to make sense of his joking manner. Although I’ve never been kidnapped before, I’m pretty certain this isn’t how it normally works.
With breakfast in bed carried by a cocky male who looks young enough to still be in high school.
“Just the best looking one of the bunch.” His grin lights his hazel eyes, looking so genuine, I want to smile back. “Name’s Maddox, but you can call me Sexy.”
“You’re one of his brothers,” I whisper, finally piecing everything together, relaxing with the knowledge that he’s close to Khalid. “You live with him?”
He snorts. “He never moved out.” Then laughs. “None of us has.”
“Your poor ma…” The words slip out before I can stop them. Witch or not, raising eight sons that won’t leave must be hell.
“Trust me.” He cracks his neck on a wince. “There’s nothing poor about her. Now eat before Khalid getsback and yells at me for starving you.”
The crispy smell of bacon mixed with the tomato smell of beans makes my stomach growl, but I don’t want to eat with him here.
God, Gen, you’re disgusting. You make everyone else lose their appetite.
“Going to try to starve yourself to get to him, huh? Not a bad idea, but personally, I’d go with pretending you’re into this whole captured kink shit, wait for Khalid to put his guard down, and then stab him with this knife.”
My eyes widen when he pulls a twelve-inch blade out of an unnatural shadow in the palm of his other hand.
“Here.” He offers it to me, hilt-first.
