feral.
As he kept mocking me, I curled my hands into fists and threw myself at him. He anticipated my move, and in a flash, his wings ripped out from the back of his shirt, large feathery gray things. He pivoted on the spot, a wing whacking into me with such force, it threw me off my course and I stumbled sideways.
I heaved each breath and jerked my head to the bird brain. His dark eyes glinted in the daylight, and he looked up for a split second as a wild falcon flew past. Yeah, he’d love nothing more than to fly up and join him, if it weren’t for the invisible currents way overhead. They’d zap him to death the moment he touched them. That would be a sight to behold.
Grinning, I straightened myself, seeing the ass was going to play dirty. Perfect. That was exactly how I preferred my battles. We circled each other, while the crowd cheered. What pissed me off about him more than anything was that he touched on a soft spot that rang too close to home. And it was shit enough, I didn’t need someone else poking holes in my misery.
I’d get Selena back, I was under no misconception there, but how long it would take was another story.
First, get rid of my rage and teach this bastard a lesson. My demonic side teetered just below the surface, and the first wisps of smoke curled out from the corners of my mouth. Two could play at this game.
He unleashed a bird-like shriek.
“That’s right, you’ll be screaming for pity soon enough,” I said, tossing the words at him.
Then we lunged for each other and collided in a massive clash. Only darkness consumed me, and this was exactly what I’d been seeking—a battle to lose myself in.
Chapter 4
Selena
Listless.
That’s how I felt.
I should have been rejoicing for every day that I was alive.
I was a stranger in my skin since I’d woken up, and every day, it seemed to get worse.
I hated them. I loved them.
I never wanted to see them again.
Or at least that’s what I told myself.
But they were everywhere. I could feel their presence.
They’d all become my stalkers. For days, I’d kept my distance, but I always felt their eyes on me.
Well, at least Alaric and Keon had. Seth was trapped in his cell, but I had no doubt he would join the others if he could. Every time I passed food to his section of the prison, he stared at me. He’d occasionally pepper me with questions, but for the most part, he just stared as if he were trying to see all the way into my soul.
And maybe he could. He could bring people back from the dead, after all.
I hadn’t said thank you to him. Right now, I honestly wasn’t sure if I was thankful.
Everything was a blur from when I’d died, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that I’d chosen to come back to this life.
I just didn’t know why.
I picked at my food in the cafeteria, aware of the eyes that were watching me.
A prison was worse than a pack of teenage girls when it came to rumors. Word had quickly gotten out that Keon had killed me, and yet somehow, here I was. No one seemed to have heard about Seth’s role in all of it.
Which was a good thing for him. I didn’t think the fae would appreciate it if it became common knowledge that their royals could bring people back from the dead. Supernaturals would be doing whatever they could to break down the gates into Faerie and raise their loved ones.
I took a bite of mashed potatoes, wincing at their watery taste, my tastebuds not what they were earlier. With the way I was feeling though, I doubt a steak from a five-star restaurant on the outside would taste any different.
Alaric stalked into the cafeteria. The entire atmosphere of the room changed as everyone looked his way. A gaggle of female prisoners tittered nervously as he passed by their table, I’m sure all of them hoped they would get a chance in his bed today.
But he didn’t pay them any attention. His gaze was locked on me.
Goodie.
“What do you want, Alaric?” I asked wearily as he sat down in the seat in front of me.
I was really going to need to start taking my meals in my cell. I was less likely to run into one of them there.
It was a