A Crown Of Shadows And Secrets - Sloane Murphy Page 0,37

he want Remy to do?”

“He wants her to open a portal, he wants her blood to build a bridge between our worlds, to have dominion in both,” he replies, and I try not to gawp.

“How the fuck would she do that?”

“She’s a Shadow Walker. Her blood is a powerful thing.” He shrugs. “It’s amazing what is possible with the right ingredients, though you’d know all about that wouldn’t you.”

“Remy would never…” I start but he stops me.

“Even to save her best friend? I think she might.” He smiles smugly. “She had better anyway, time is running out.”

“What does that mean?” I ask but he stands.

“You’ll see,” he says ominously and gathers the plate and stuff from the table back onto the cart and heads for the door. I try to stand, but I’m paralyzed. My eyes widen and flick to him. “Can’t have you trying to escape now can we? You’re still needed for the minute.”

He pushes the cart out, and the sound of the lock echoes through the room, once it’s sealed, I can move again.

Dammit, he seemed so nice too. What a dick bag.

At least he gave me some answers.

Demons are assholes.

Since Deacon left, goddess knows how long ago, the door hasn’t opened again, it’s as if earlier was a test that I failed, and I have no idea how.

Fucking Demons.

I tried to summon my magic after he left, since magic of some form obviously works here, but I made myself pass out just trying. I’ve never not had touch with my magic, it feels like a part of me has been cut out, and I’m trying not to focus on it, but what else is there to think about.

I take a deep breath and try to meditate, to just completely zone out, but the thoughts in my head are way too loud.

The lock turns in the door again, but this time I don’t cower, this time I’m pissed off.

“I come bearing gifts,” Deacon’s voice rings out as he walks in and the door shuts behind him. I ignore him and stay sat cross-legged on the floor, hands in my lap, staring at him with a raised eyebrow.

“What’s up little Witch? Didn’t you sleep?” He asks, looking thrown by my hostility.

“Why can’t I feel my magic?” I ask, not answering his question.

“Your magic doesn’t exist here. It’s tied to the elements of your realm. Of Earth,” he says openly, and steals a little of my fire.

“Oh.”

“So, did you not sleep?” He asks again and I shrug.

“It’s hard to know when it’s night and day in here, so no, I didn’t sleep.”

“You should sleep, you seem cranky,” he teases and I try my best not to let out a frustrated scream. Cranky? Stupid Demon has no fucking idea.

“This isn’t cranky. You wouldn’t like me cranky.”

“Maybe not on Earth. But here, you’re essentially a mundane. Nothing special to attack me with,” he tells me. “Now then, would you like some breakfast? Then, if you don’t want to nap, I can take you for a little stroll, show you more of your temporary home.”

I don’t really care about seeing this place, but I jump on the opportunity. A chance to get out of here, maybe find a way to escape, no way in hell I’m turning that down.

“Sure thing.” I move to the table where he’s stood waiting for me, with yet another cart.

He removes the cover from the plate, and puts down a glass of orange juice next to the plate of steak and eggs. I eye the knife, and try to think of a way I could hide it once I’ve finished eating. I smile sweetly at him and take a seat. I don’t have a plan, but even if Remy is coming for me, Deacon said there’s a timeframe, and I’m not the sort of girl to just sit and wait to be saved. Not now I’ve got an opening.

He just smiles, pours two mugs of coffee, and hands one to me, putting the sugar and cream on the table for me. “This looks great,” I tell him and dig in. God knows I need the protein after twelve days of bread and cheese.

I’m not sure I’ll ever look at a cheese sandwich the same again.

Again, he sits and just watches intently while I eat. “Do you want some?”

“I don’t eat… well not that anyway.” He smiles, and it’s so dark a shudder runs down my spine. I don’t ask any other questions; I don’t think I want