Fables & Other Lies - Claire Contreras
Prologue
“I found her,” he said loudly.
Someone walked quickly into the room. I turned to see the guard who’d been standing by the door.
“Sir, I am so sorry, I didn’t—”
“The search is over. I found her,” River said again.
“What are you talking about?” My heart pounded in my ears.
“This woman will keep me company tonight,” he said, ignoring me.
I wasn’t sure who he was speaking to anymore, but then I turned and noticed the tent drapes had been pulled open and the line of women and the people standing all around outside the tent could see us. Maybe I’d drunk too much tequila, but I could have sworn he just said I’d be keeping him company tonight.
I turned to face him. “I’m sorry, my name wasn’t on the list. I wasn’t even—”
“You’re my pick, Penelope Guzman.”
“But I didn’t even sign up for this.”
“You didn’t have to.” His smile was wolfish, territorial. “I’m the host of Carnival this year and I’m choosing to spend my night with you.”
“I . . . ” I looked around again, at a loss for words. I was entirely too inebriated to fully grasp what was happening, so I said the first thing that came to mind: “Our families hate each other.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” He was no longer smiling, but he looked just as amused as he did a minute ago.
There was a glow in his eyes, a glint. He still didn’t look nice, but the adrenaline coursing through me was too palpable for me to turn away, to yank my hand from his, and if I’d really been analyzing what I was feeling, I would classify it as excitement. The most powerful man on the island, the most sought after, the most mysterious, the one I was told to never, ever summon by name, was holding out his hand for me. I set my hand over his and he held it gently as he watched me. I left it there, ignoring the shiver that slithered down my spine. Wela was going to disown me for this. I felt that warning in the pit of my stomach and it was only then that I pulled my hand from his.
“What happened, little witch? You remembered who you were?” River chuckled.
“I’m not the witch here.” I met his gaze. “And I’m not little.”
“No, not at all.” He looked amused. I was annoyed.
“Why’d you pick me?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“There are a lot of women on the island.”
“Why’d you stand in line?”
“I thought it was the bathroom.”
“Really?” He brought a fist up to cough into it, hiding a laugh.
“I’m not joking.” I clenched my shaky hands into fists.
“I didn’t think you were.”
I swallowed. “So, why would you pick me?”
“Why would I not?”
I blinked, shaking my head. We were getting nowhere fast. “What am I supposed to do? As your chosen companion, I mean.”
“Spend the night with me.”
“Oh.” I was finding it difficult to breathe, let alone speak. “And if I don’t?”
“You have to.”
“Says who?”
“The law. You should thank your father for that one. Oh, that’s right, you can’t.” He grinned; it was a slow, sexy grin that made my stomach flip despite myself. “You either spend it with me or spend it in jail, and you know the conditions of these jails.”
“I don’t like to be given ultimatums.”
“If you don’t like ultimatums, you shouldn’t have come to Carnival. The moment you did, you sealed your fate.” He closed the distance between us again. “As a matter of fact, the moment you came back to the island, you sealed your fate.”
Chapter One
I closed my eyes as I leaned against the dirty window of the bus. We’d been riding for an hour and only had about fifteen minutes left to go, as long as Doña Mercedes didn’t raise her hand and decide she needed to stop at the rest stop.
Again.
“So, is this your first time in Pan Island?”
I kept my eyes closed even though I knew feigning sleep would be futile. I’d only met Martín one hour ago, when we boarded the bus. I guess he figured since we were about the same age, he’d sit beside me, instead of risking sitting beside a grandmother who would chat his ear off. He salvaged his own ear in spite of mine and by the way he kept staring at my breasts every time the street went from paved to gravel and bumps, I knew he had other things in mind as well. He could stare all he wanted. It wasn’t going to happen.