could kill my body, and there was a strong chance of that happening, but all I had to do was hold on long enough for the bitch inside me to die.
With Darcy dead and beyond their reach, all of this would be worth it—the ultimate display—proving it was me who held the power, and that Mason was wrong to ever deny me. He’d regret that choice forever, knowing he killed his Darcy because he refused to accept my deal. It would haunt him.
And I was good with that. If I couldn’t have him, neither would she.
“ She’s been quiet, you know? I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s already . . . oops, slipped away,” I taunted. Devlin’s response was to roughly push me through an open door and into a room that held a large pentagram etched into the stone floor. We were deeper beneath the council buildings, somewhere near the dungeons where I knew Helena was being kept. I didn’t ask about my accomplice at all, confident she knew how to handle herself. I knew why I was being brought down here, why Vivien stood in her ceremonial robes, no emotions flickering over her features.
Cuffs were chained to the ground where four of the pentagram’s points were carved—the silvered manacles reserved for me. They were going to perform powerful magic to remove me and send my spirit on to the other side. Part of me whispered not to worry, but past experience had taught me to never rule any possibility out.
Kill me here, today, and I’ll rise tomorrow. I’d served Helena and her master faithfully, willingly following their plans and doing everything I’d been asked. That kind of loyalty was always rewarded. I’d be back with a vengeance.
“ Lie down,” Devlin ordered. Mason watched from behind, his blue eyes steeled and cold.
“ Say please and maybe I will.” There was no way I was going to make this easy for any of them.
Devlin turned to Mason and something passed between them—a knowing look and a brusque nod. “Suit yourself.”
Moving quickly, he slammed my back hard onto the stone floor, my breath forced out of my lungs as Devlin’s action winded me. Before I could retaliate, the sound of each manacle lock clicking rang through the air and once again, I was trapped.
“ I wonder how Darcy would appreciate this kind of manhandling? The way you just bruised up her flawless skin. Hmmm, let me think . . . nope, still no reply. I guess it’s just me inside here now, boys.” Peering up at the hardened faces of Mason and Devlin, I delighted in seeing the tiniest flicker of alarm in Mason’s eyes. “And no goodbyes or sappy messages for you, either. Wow, I guess she didn’t really care, lover.” Pouting, I couldn’t help laughing as he snarled.
“ Can we gag her?” Mason questioned, his anger dripping from his tone.
“ I’m game. Vivien?” Devlin asked the witch, who now entered my vision. “Does she need to even be awake for this? I can compel her.”
“ I need her awake to know whether the spell is working, but I’m not opposed to preventing her from talking. In fact, I think it might be for the best.” Tugging at the thick golden cord she used to tie her robes closed, Vivien handed it to Mason. “The honor is all yours.”
“ Oh, sweetie, foreplay before eviction . . . you’ve thought of everything. I wish I’d know you were kinky like this before. We could’ve had so much fun together.”
“ Shut up,” he ordered firmly. While his hands weren’t rough when he held my head up from the ground to place part of the cord around me, there was definitely none of the tenderness he was known for. I grinned happily when he shoved the thick cord between my teeth, not wanting him to think it changed anything.
I hadn’t been lying about Darcy. She’d been silent for a while now, a wonderful sign that she’d slipped away knowing her protector and savior had failed. As far as I was concerned, this was purely for entertainment. I refused to wince as he tightened the knot, the action yanking on my hair and
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