āIsay is not my mate. Sheās not my anything. Weāll find the princess together.ā We hadnāt talked about the possibility. We hadnāt talked about where weād go from here.
The only thing I did know was that sheād avoided my confessions after Iād made love to her. We werenāt there yet, and after today I didnāt know if Iād ever see her again to keep on trying to win her over.
āYou just said you can feel her in your blood. That makes her your mate,ā Regar pushed, brows furrowing.
āThe only thing that makes me is a desperate man.ā
Weād come across several groups of fae patrolling the gardens on our way to the palace. Nobody had seen the princess. The courtyard was less busy when we arrived, but the king was standing in front of the palace with his queen and the rest of the elite guard.
Guess who stood next to Hiko and Sinister as if nothing had changed between when I last saw him at the club and now? Ferro. Smug as ever he didnāt even twitch an eyebrow when he saw us coming.
Maybe Iād gotten it wrong? Searching around the courtyard for Isay with my heart racing ahead of me I was ready to admit Iād jumped to conclusions. She was not with them. I hastened our pace until Regar had to pull on my belt to keep me from storming over them. I was still wearing no shirt.
āKar, donāt do anything rash,ā Regar warned me just before we reached the waiting party.
āWhereās Isay?!ā I growled, my full attention on Ferro. He didnāt even blink.
āI was hoping you could tell us,ā King Grath snapped right back, ignoring me throwing daggers at Ferro altogether.
āUs?ā Regar, who didnāt usually talk back to royaltyāunless it was Hikoāsounded incredulous. āFerro was the last one with her!ā
The kingās eyes moved to Ferro then back at us, but he didnāt back down. āWhat have you done to my stepdaughter?ā
Ferro had told him lies. That was the only explanation, because the other option indicated that Regar was playing me. If I had to choose between those two males, Iād bet my balls that Ferro was dirty; Regar couldnāt be playing me.
My stomach recoiled as I became increasingly less sure. He hadnāt stopped Isay from sharing her life force with the prince; it couldāve killed her. He also pushed me to leave her with him.
With my hands forming fists at my sides, I looked around the males I considered friends while my whole world was crashing down around me. Regar didnāt look happy to be given the blame, but neither was I, and I fucking knew I hadnāt been the one to misbehave. I deeply cared for Isay and would never do anything to hurt her and they all knew it.
I was going to explode at the thought of her hurt. Regar shifted nervously beside me, but Ferro remained chill as a cucumber. I was going to kill him.
āYou should ask Ferro,ā I outright snarled. There was, I havenāt done anything wrong calm and then there was, Iāve fucked you over and am getting away with it calm. Ferro was most certainly displaying the second one.
Regar was with us the whole time at the club where this fuckshow started. Regar would not sell us out to Felrothians or put Isayās life on the line.
āJust as I said, Your Majesty,ā Ferro countered, ātheyāre denying it.ā
No matter how tight Regar was gripping my belt, he wasnāt going to keep me from ripping that lying bastardās throat out. I tore free of his tentative hold and was on Ferro before anyone else could stop me.
With my hand around Ferroās throat, I kept up the stride, with him stumbling backward along with me until his back hit the wall right next to the palace front entrance. My grip tightened, and he gagged. I pulled at his ecos through the contact, but was met with resistance.
His emotions held no such guard, and I attacked his devos next. His practised ease lifted then, and the panic in his eyes was sweet as honey.
āWhere the fuck is she?ā I rasped, well aware that I was acting like a lunatic.
With his windpipes closed, the only sounds escaping Ferro were unintelligible croaks. I eased up on the pressure and he gritted through his teeth, āFuck you!ā
I pried at his defences again, looking for an opening to his life force, but he was well-guarded. Way too well-guarded. I couldnāt even feel the pulse of his ecos. I started pounding on his face instead until my fists bled, and until several strong hands dragged me away from him.
āWhere the fuck is she?ā I shouted in despair. The way my heart ached was making it impossible to think past the fury. All I could do was repeat the same question until I broke down completely. āWhere is she?ā
My vision was so blurry I could barely make out my bloody artwork on Ferroās face. My body shook with tremors, and I felt my power reaching out to my captors, who immediately released me to let me collapse on the ground. My knees hit the paved square as I kept on shaking. The pain of impact was non-existent next to the agony spreading through my body, through my soul.
My blood had turned into lava, filling every single part of me with inexplicable scorch. And then it all intensified tenfold. I screamed my lungs out.
A small reprieve later the burn was back, leaving me panting and biting at my tongue. Already on my hands and knees, I had a hard time not curling myself into a ball and waiting it out in foetal position.
I was not going to show any more weakness than this. I needed to get back on my feet and continue my interrogation. Ferro had to break eventually. I couldnāt pull myself onto my shaking feet, however. I was barely getting enough air through my lungs to keep up with the screaming Iād intended to muffle.
āKar, what in Deathās name are you doing?ā Sinisterās voice was closer to my ear than I expected.
Heād crouched down next to me and pulled at my eyelid to examine my pupils. As the pain gave way to another reprieve, I raised my head to see if Ferro was still standing there. He was, but he was now flanked by three guards that had cuffed him in pure iron.
I shook my head at Sinisterās question. I had no clue what was happening to me, but I was ready when the next wave hit me. My voice mixed with a lighter cry, a plea. Isayās plea, but it was gone when the flames destroyed every ounce of my concentration.
āThey are torturing her,ā I rasped through the pain and slammed my fist into the tiles to counter the agony with a more tolerable ache. I punched the tile again, and it cracked upon impact. My knuckles throbbed, but the burning was ever stronger. āThey are torturing her,ā I repeated pathetically, hearing the queenās strangled gasp before I passed out.
Chapter 31
REGAR
I STOOD FROZEN IN THE COURTYARD AS ONE OF THE ROYAL GUARDS was cuffed and the other lay motionless on the ground. I was the next in line, because it was clear Ferro wasnāt going to confess, and while Karās act mightāve won him some brownie points with the queen, King Grath was less convinced.
We were all under suspicion. I hoped to avoid attention altogether but had no such luck. It didnāt help that Hikoās eyes were glued on me. Worry and accusations mixing all in one fervent look.
Heād told me in confidence that heād had Isay pegged all wrong, but I knew he was simply starting to accept her presence in the court. He had hated the thought of her, but it had nothing to do with who she was, more like what she represented: competition.
Liking Isay wasnāt hard to do after everything sheād done, and I understood Hikoās delayed brother instincts kicking in more than he couldāve imagined. He shouldāve known me better, though.
Kar had trusted me without a question, and I wasnāt sleeping with him. Heād put his dick somewhere else entirely by the looks of it. How in the world he had managed that was a question heād effectively avoided answering earlier, and I wasnāt going to ask again, even though curiosity was killing me. Something entirely different did its best to keep him down: the mate bond heād created with Isay. Now everyone in the vicinity knew about.
āTake the three of them out of my sight.ā The king waved his hand with the order. āTo the dungeon, preferably. Keep them separated. We donāt need them killing each other before we get to the bottom of this.ā
āShouldnāt you question Ferro,ā I asked. Out of line, I was so out of line when the kingās furious gaze practically peeled the skin off of my face.
Iād become too comfortable around Hiko that Iād forgotten his father wasnāt only the one person who couldnāt know of our involvement, but also had the power over my life or death. Whichever pleased him most. Nobody could talk him out of it, either.
I dropped my eyes and my head in a submissive bow.
The king did not acknowledge my surrender. āYou have no voice in my court, Regar Tremok. I should kill you now, but your father was a loyal man. Only in my respect for his memory do I keep you alive for interrogation.ā
Pressing my lips tight to keep any rebuttals to myself, I begged Hiko with my eyes to do the same, but heād always been bullheaded, and while he was also pissed at me for whatever Iād done wrong in his eyes, he also couldnāt watch his father threaten my life.
āFather, I know you are angry, but would you not reconsiderāā
The king spun on him. āShut it! Where were you when Isay got captured? Were you not one of her assigned guards?ā
āWe canāt all stay with her twenty-four seven, Father. We also need to sleep.ā