of the apex in between her legs.
I hit her with a scowl. “Already did.”
“How is it that your men know nothing about why you’re here? Or are they sworn to secrecy?”
I hold back my look of shock because everyone was there when my father announced the gold cuff. My fear has been that someone would’ve already spoken about the dragon through ways of torture and fear but, apparently, they haven’t.
“Because there are no secrets to tell,” I rebuke.
She smirks then looks over her shoulder at Tybalt. “He hasn’t been eating.” She would know that because I’m sure people are reporting back to her about us. Her men come in here to take us to relieve ourselves then bring us right back into this room.
“Pity how he doesn’t know.”
“Know what?”
“That he’s starving himself to death,” she mutters.
It hits me upside the head the moment the words sink into my brain. She’s making him do this, and he has no idea. No fear or consciousness of what he’s doing. Davina said she wouldn’t hurt him, and she kept her word, making him do it all on his own.
“What did you do?” I growl.
She squats in front of me, still keeping a clear distance of my reach. “I’m giving you something. A little piece of what’s to come. The days and weeks you’ll spend here watching your men die one by one.”
“When I told you I’d torture people that trespassed on my land, I didn’t mean for you to do it slowly.”
She smiles. “Where’s the fun in that?”
I push myself onto my knees so that my height towers over here. “Remember what I said, Blood, you won’t like it when I’m in charge.”
“You keep dreaming about that.” She straightens her spine. “Don’t worry, I have something planned for you later. Wouldn’t want you to think I was playing favorites.”
“Can’t wait,” I reply through my clenched teeth.
The jingling of chains emits through the night, reminding me that Tybalt is in the room with me. That he still hasn’t eaten and is still in good spirits as he continues to sit in his corner. I’ve run out of ways to threaten him to take one fucking bite of food, that it’d make me satisfied as his commander for him to do so.
Nothing.
A soft moan exhales through the air, but I keep my eyes closed, needing my rest for whatever Davina has planned for me. If it involves more stares and my having to look into one of her sister’s eyes again, I’m going to lose my shit.
“Fuck,” mutters a voice within the room. Cracking my eyelids open, I look over to the corner, where Tybalt crawled into a ball and fell asleep.
Except he’s not the only one in the corner.
Red hair illuminates from the moonlight that seeps into the room. Her head falling back as her body rocks back and forth.
I close my eyes and reopen them.
This is a dream.
It has to be because I’ve thought and fantasized about it too many times. However, it was me underneath her as she rode my cock, not Tybalt.
“Holy mother of Athena,” Tybalt groans. “You feel amazing. Is this real?” He’s answered with a delicate chuckle.
“It’s real,” she whispers loud enough for me to hear. “So fuck me like it’s the last thing you’re going to do.”
I hear his grunt and see his knees bend as he pounds into her. Into the woman who drove her nails inside my skin to the point where I wanted to strangle her with my bare hands and do exactly what the lad is doing right now. My resentment has passed its peak, surpassing the level of being able to stay calm.
Yanking on my chains in frustration, I set myself to stand, all while seeing Davina’s head turn in my direction.
“Didn’t mean to wake you,” she coos, letting Tybalt continue to drive his dick inside her. She looks down at him, her hair cascading over her shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
“Stop,” I deadpan, my eyes boring into his body.
But he doesn’t, my words mean nothing. It’s her that possesses him, body and soul, and she’s trying to get into my fucking head.
She’s already there.
She’s been there. Now she’s using her little antics and tricks to drive me fucking crazy. To the point where my fingers are itching to clasp around my own man’s neck.
I can’t see Davina’s eyes when she turns in my direction, but I can make out the look on her face—defiance.
“Go back to sleep,” she croons then lets out a harsh