Bride of the Sea (The Prophecy of Sisters #2) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,41

water to wash my hands.

Finding the extremely rudimentary version of a toothbrush, I scrub my teeth and then wash my face with the creamy soap that was left for me to use. I’m thankful that Runa and Hillevi showed me what each unlabeled bottle was for that they brought me yesterday.

They brought me toothpaste, face wash, body soap, scented oils, shampoo and conditioner. Honestly, I wouldn’t have thought that they had any of these things here. I suppose I’m grateful for the little things in life right about now, and I’m extremely grateful for Runa and the seeress’s kindness.

Making my way toward the wardrobe, I frown at the sight of the drab dress that’s staring back at me. It’s the only one that I have, the dressmaker won’t have anything else ready for a few more days.

Stripping the gauzy undergarment gown off, I find another one just like it, except clean, and pull it on before I tug the deep rust-colored dress on. Thankfully, it fits better than any of the others I’ve worn.

Picking up the small four prong comb, I gently untangle my hair. It takes longer than any brush I’ve ever used, but by the time I’m finished, my hair feels silky smooth. I don’t know how, but it is amazing.

After wasting as much time in this little space as humanly possible, I decide to bite the bullet and unlock the door. Pulling the piece of wood from the door, I set it against the side of the wall and gently tug the heavy wooden door open.

I don’t know what I expect to see in the big open hall of the building, but I don’t expect it to be completely empty. There isn’t even an ounce of evidence of the party or orgies that occurred last night.

My stomach growls, but I’m not sure where to even find food. Looking from left to right, I worry my bottom lip and wonder for what feels like the millionth time, how the hell I ended up here?

Deciding to just go on an adventure for food, I turn right and head toward the back of the building, figuring that I’ll run into a kitchen somewhere along the way. I notice a few people milling around the farther into the large hall I venture.

I also notice that none of them make eye contact with me. As soon as they see me, their eyes widen and they drop their gazes to the floor. My stomach twists in my belly, knowing that something isn’t right with that.

Unable to ignore the weirdness, I decide to just smile at every person I pass, lifting my hand and giving them a small wave. I can’t talk to them, I can’t try to tell them that I’m just a normal, regular person, or at least I was before I came here.

I can’t say anything to anyone, because my asshole husband had the witch cast a spell where he understands me, but I don’t understand anyone else around me. Just another way he has proven he’s an asshole.

“Liv,” a deep voice rumbles from across the room.

The sound echoes and my feet freeze in their spot. Slowly, I turn my head to the side and see none other than my husband standing against the wall. He’s leaning back, one of his knees bent and his foot resting against the wall.

“Aaric,” I say coolly, attempting to hide the shake in my voice.

A shiver runs through my entire body at the sight of him. My stomach clenches and my mouth goes dry. Naturally, I want him. My body is so traitorous. I don’t know why I always want him, but just the sight of him makes me want to push him down and have my way with him—it’s ridiculous.

He tilts his head to the side, his beautiful lips twitching into a smirk, as though he can read my mind, my dirty thoughts.

“Where do you go?” he asks, softening his voice.

“I’m hungry,” I state.

He snorts, pushing off of the wall and starts to make his way toward me. “Locking your husband out of his room, on his wedding night, must be hard work.”

“Being a fucking dick, while you ignore your wife, and flirt with every woman in the room must be exhausting,” I snap.

Aaric stops, his steps faltering before he begins walking again. “I don’t understand all that you’ve said, Liv,” he grunts.

Crossing my arms under my chest, I stay firmly planted in my spot, unwilling to move. This asshole will have to throw