rest,” Jasmine whispers.
The three girls help me upstairs and into my private chamber. They help me out of my gown and leave me alone and in my nightgown. Climbing into bed, I pull the thick comforter over my body and try to get warm.
I have been cold since Elias left, he was my warmth, my steady and I realize that although I hardly know him, I have become used to him.
I miss him and it is more than when he left after the wedding and I was scared and in a new place. This time I miss him because I love him, because I miss him—the man.
Closing my eyes, I envision him standing next to me, his scarred eye, his messy hair, his cute tights, his sexy as shit chest on display. Letting out a sigh, I fall asleep.
Chapter Thirty
SYBILLA
My eyes open, my heart races. What I don’t do is move. I can feel someone watching me. Shifting my gaze from side-to-side, I bite the inside of my cheek as I try to figure out what in the fuck is going on.
I hear something and that’s when my instincts take over. Sitting straight up, I turn to see a man standing at my closed door. He has something in his hand, the moonlight catches it and it almost glitters.
A small knife.
“Who are you? What do you want, here?” I demand.
I try to keep my voice from shaking, but I’m not sure that it happens. He takes another step toward me, his knife in hand with each menacing step he takes. His eyes are black, wild, and not full of glitter like Elias’.
I shimmy the comforter off, knowing that if I get wrapped up in that heavy thing, I’m as good as dead.
“It’s time for you to meet your gods, Your Majesty,” he growls, his voice full of hate and acid.
Shifting my gaze behind him, I wonder how he even got in here. The castle has been under heavy guard, as are the outskirts. It shouldn’t be penetrable. Gulping, I shift my legs so that they’re hanging over the side of the bed.
“Who sent you?” I demand.
He grins, his free hand going to his crotch. Gross. “I’ve been sent to rid the world of your life, of the prophecy, for if it goes unfulfilled, the goddesses will be free to take over this world and it will be a spectacular sight,” he says.
I’ve never heard that part of the prophecy before and I wonder if Elias knows it. My thoughts drift to Aleida and Godiva, where the hell are those witches?
“He will have your head for this,” I warn.
I don’t even know if Elias takes people’s heads, but it sounded good. The man flinches and it’s then that I know Elias does indeed take heads. A couple months ago, I may have tried to talk him out of that if I’d have known, now I’m using it to my advantage.
Standing to my feet, I curse the fact that I’m barefoot, braless and in a very thin nightgown. The man’s gaze flicks to my breasts and I know that he can see my nipples through my gown.
Bending my knees in a small crouch, I try to fake him out and move my upper body left while my feet take me right. I know it’s a terrible idea as soon as I begin, but I’m not about to just lie down and let this guy rape and murder me, no way in fuck.
He catches me around the waist, but I don’t allow him to subdue me easily. I wiggle, I shift, I fight and I can’t help but feel victorious as soon as I hear the metal of his knife bounce against the stone floor.
“By gods bones, woman,” he grunts.
He wraps his arms around me, holding them to my sides, but he leaves his balls vulnerable. Without a thought, I bare my teeth as soon as he tries to lower his head. Lifting my knee, with all of my strength I get him right in the junk.
His eyes widen and he stumbles backward. I take that opportunity to run toward the door. Flinging it open, I don’t look one way or another, I keep my head down and I run. I hear men shouting and I hope and I pray that my girls are okay.
My feet carry me as swiftly as they can down the stairs and toward the castle’s front door. I trip over something as soon as I try to step