as a question. It was a fact.
“You got blood on your—whatever the hell it is you women wear. It’s being washed since we’re about to travel through the passes, and there are starving creatures within the darkness. I figured it was easier to have it cleaned than bring you to my king in torn up pieces. Not that I’d be opposed since you’d be much easier to deal with.”
“I won’t help your king, so you might as well walk away now.”
“Oh, but I think you will. You see, your people are suffering from moon sickness, and you’re after the same thing we are. You want to stop your people from dying, and we want to find the library that holds the answers you seek.”
“I’d rather suck you off than help your king find the Sacred Library,” I admitted, watching his eyes sparkle with intrigue, lowering to my mouth. “What could Aragon possibly want inside that library, anyway?”
“That’s not something I’d ever tell you,” he growled, rubbing his eyes.
I injected myself into his mind, closing mine off to him. Instead of gaining access to his thoughts, I was met with a vision of him peering down at me. My legs were up around his shoulders, and he was devouring my mouth as I whimpered, crying out for him to thrust harder, faster, and deeper. He lifted, showing me how he looked within my body, and I ejected my mind from him, gasping as pain lanced through my head and blood dripped from my nose.
Wintery eyes sparkled with amusement. I continued struggling to regain control of my breathing that was ragged and stiff, unable to get enough air into my lungs. Nausea swirled through me, and I blinked past the pain that caused my eyes to water. He’d fucking blocked me from his thoughts, showing a vision of us together. I trembled at how his cock had looked within my poor vagina.
A knock at the door sounded, and Torrin stood, stretching his arms before he walked to the door and accepted the clothing. He walked back into the room and dropped them beside where I sat. His eyes locked with mine, and he smiled wolfishly, leaning down and holding his mouth a hairsbreadth away from mine.
His hot breath fanned my lips, forcing my eyes to close. I waited for them to skim across mine. Dark, deep laughter escaped his throat as his hand slid through my hair, gripping it firmly while he tugged on it, stealing a moan from my lips.
“You try to get into my head again, and I’ll use my magic on you. Mine makes your nightmares into reality and holds you there in my mind until I allow you to escape. I can do whatever I want in your dreams, and when you awake, you’ll still feel me there. Now, be a good girl and get some rest. We have a long trip ahead of us.”
“You expect me to sleep like this?” I asked, watching his lips curl into a smile.
“You should try because you look exhausted. You just fought off a horde of dark creatures less than three days ago, Alexandria. I know because I’ve watched you from the shadows. You were led here because I wanted you to be. Your brother wasn’t ever in this village. He never reached this far before the sickness set in,” Torrin stated, exhaling as he lifted the glass and polished off the whiskey.
“How do you know that?” I asked softly, hiding the pain his words caused me. My chest tightened, and I swallowed hard past the uneasiness that fought to swallow me whole.
“Goodnight, Alexa.” He smiled tightly, ignoring my question as he returned to the bed, lying down.
My eyes swam with unshed tears, pricking my pride while my chest constricted with pain. Landon had shown signs of the moon sickness before he left. Or at least, the first sign of it. I turned my eyes to the fire, watching the flames dance as the use of my nickname clicked.
“How did you know that?” I asked, turning to look at him. “How did you know that was my nickname?” It wasn’t, not really. I was Lexia to everyone but Landon, who preferred to use the name my mother had called me before she’d died from a raid by Aragon’s people.
“Your brother told me, right before he ended up in chains.”
“You have him!” I growled.
“I don’t, but he is being held somewhere to prevent him from succumbing to the moon madness. Or, more