From Blood & Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout Page 0,185
sent orders. The Dark One had killed the last Maiden, and here I was, captured and ready for him. I needed to get out of here, but there was no way out.
I looked up, shuddering. The ropey, twining bones reminded me of the roots in the Blood Forest. They climbed and overlapped one another, ribcages and femurs, spines and skulls. Anyone held here had this to look at, most likely a reminder of what had happened to the prisoners housed here. Who would create such a thing? Who kept their grasp on sanity staring at that?
I didn’t know how much time had passed before the door opened, and footsteps approached. It had to be hours based on how empty my stomach felt. I tensed, only relaxing minutely when I saw that it was Delano.
He stepped up to the bars, holding out a small pouch. “Hungry?”
Yes. I was, but I didn’t answer.
Tossing the sack in, it landed by my feet with a soft thunk. I stared at it.
“It’s some cheese and bread,” Delano explained. “I would’ve brought you some stew, but I feared you would’ve thrown it in my face, and the stew is too good to waste.”
I looked over at him.
“There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s not poisoned or anything.”
“Why would I trust anything you say?”
“He said no one touches you.” He leaned against the bars. “No leap of logic to assume that would also include harming you.”
My lip curled. “Why wait? The Dark One is going to kill me eventually.”
Those pale eyes met mine. “If the Prince wanted you dead, you’d already be dead. You should eat.”
The Prince. Just because the Descenters believed Casteel was the rightful heir, didn’t make it true.
My gaze fell to the sack. I was hungry, and I needed my strength…and possibly a Healer because while the wound had stopped bleeding, it would probably get infected down here.
I moved gingerly, picking up the sack. “Are you going to stand there and watch me eat?”
“Wouldn’t want you to choke.”
I had the strangest urge to laugh, but I opened the pouch and ate the cheese and bread. The food settled in my empty stomach like clumps of stone.
Delano didn’t speak after that. Neither did I, and I returned to leaning against the wall. Some time later, the door opened once more, and I looked out even though I didn’t want to. I saw the tall, too-recognizable form garbed in black, looking so much like the…like the guard who’d teased me over Miss Willa Colyns’ diary. My heart squeezed as if it were captured in a fist.
Hawke stopped in front of the barred door, his striking face both familiar and that of a stranger.
“Leave,” Hawke commanded, and Delano hesitated for only a moment before he issued a curt nod and was gone. Then there was just us, separated by bars.
“Poppy,” Hawke sighed, and I shuddered. “What am I to do with you?”
Chapter 36
As if he didn’t already know.
“Don’t call me that.” Pushing to my feet, the chains clanked against the stone floor as I ignored the tender pull of skin around my wound. Standing hurt, but I wouldn’t let him see that.
“But I thought you liked it when I did.”
“You were mistaken,” I replied, and he smirked. “What do you want?”
His head tilted, and a heartbeat passed. “More than you could ever guess.”
I had no idea what he meant by that, and I didn’t care. Not at all. “Are you here to kill me?”
“Now why would I do that?” he asked.
Lifting my hands, I rattled the chains. “You have me chained.”
“I do.”
Fury blasted me at his blasé response. “Everyone outside wants me dead.”
“That is true.”
“And you’re an Atlantian,” I spat. “That’s what you do. You kill. You destroy. You curse.”
He snorted. “Ironic coming from someone who has been surrounded by the Ascended her whole life.”
“They don’t murder innocents, and they don’t turn people into monsters—”
“No,” he cut me off. “They just force young women who make them feel inferior to bare their skin to a cane and do the gods only know what else to them. Yes, Princess, they are truly upstanding examples of everything that is good and right in this world.”
I sucked in a sharp breath as my lips parted. No. I shuddered. No way.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out what the Duke’s lessons were? I told you I would.”
I took a step back, the humiliation of him learning the truth burning through me worse than any lashing the Duke had delivered.