Page 234 of Primal Bonds

When Marjani said no, the other woman inclined her head. “I’ll be in the living room. Call me if you need anything.”

As soon as the door closed behind her, Marjani stripped off her ripped, bloody clothes. She hid the switchblade and her quartz beneath a towel on a ledge next to the tub where she could easily reach them, and then climbed into the bathtub.

The first thing she did was soap up a washcloth and scrub herself. Hard. When you shifted, the dirt and other stuff—like blood—got left behind. So she wasn’t that dirty, but she still felt the need to clean herself.

It had been that kind of a day.

Maybe she was weak. She could just hear Leron sneering about her taking a mixed-blood lover. And mate with Fane? Her uncle would've run her out of the clan.

But it didn’t feel weak, this thing she had with Fane. It felt like something that could make her stronger.

She finished scrubbing and reached for her quartz. Its song was barely audible, the crystals drained of energy. She closed her fingers around it and then sank beneath the hot water with a little sigh. The water was just the right temperature, and it smelled like a flower garden.

There was no hurry. Her internal clock told her she still had about a half an hour before she had to meet Sindre.

Above her, fae lights floated near the ceiling, their colors changing from pink to gold and back again. Her clenched muscles loosened. She set her quartz on her solar plexus, leaned back against the smooth marble and let her eyes drift shut.

She’d had time to come up with a plan while nursing Fane. She was starting to intuit the basic, underlying structure of the maze. She was pretty sure that with the help of her quartz, she could find her way to the portal Fane had taken her through the other day.

She couldn’t open it herself, but a portal was like a fae ward, only instead of keeping people out, a portal allowed you to pass each way. And fae wards often had a fatal weakness—they couldn’t detect the fada when they were in their animal forms. The wards simply didn’t “see” the fada as people, but as animals.

So the plan had been to spring Luc, make their way to the portal, and then shift and go so deep into their animals that the portal allowed them to pass out of the castle—and back into the human world. It would have been a risk, since Marjani would’ve had to cede complete control to the cat. Still, for Luc, she would've done it.

But now Luc had accepted Blaer’s geas. That fae bitch would make a pet of him, maybe even keep him in a cage.

Tears stung her eyes. Damn wolf fada. Who asked you to sacrifice yourself for me?

Luc tried to give her an out by removing himself from the equation so that Sindre couldn’t use him to force his geas on her. But she was afraid the king would think of something else. The man was old and scary smart.

Her fingers tightened around her quartz. If only she could call Adric. Because she was fresh out of ideas.

Either she accepted Sindre’s geas—or she got him alone and slit his throat. The tricky part would be escaping his bodyguards afterward and finding her way back to the human world. The only possible way would be to shift to her cougar and slip through the portal, but she wasn’t all that eager to tangle with the cougar again.

Her breath sucked in as she relived those terrifying moments when she’d been sure she wouldn’t make it through the shift. The cougar had almost won. Without Fane’s help, she’d be dead—or feral.

Life was fucking strange. She’d come to Iceland prepared to die, as long as she took Corban with her. At least she’d go out with some honor.

Now Corban was dead, but she’d changed. She very much wanted to live, see where this thing with Fane went.

It won’t be hard to get Sindre alone. All you have to do is flirt with him. Let him touch you.

A tremor raced over her skin.

To shift afterward, though, she’d need her quartz. She smoothed a thumb over the triangular amethyst conglomerate at the top. The crystals would take hours to recharge. Right now, they were only at ten percent of their normal energy levels, but she’d shifted twice in just a few hours. For her to safely shift a third time, they had to reach at least fifty percent.

She’d have only one opportunity to escape. So she’d have to stall Sindre until the quartz had recharged. Hopefully, the dinner would last several hours.

The bathwater had cooled. Marjani pulled the plug and stood up. She was drying off when Jewel knocked on the door.

Marjani palmed the quartz before calling, “Come in.”

Jewel entered with an aqua-green dress draped over one arm. “The king sends this to you with his compliments.”

Marjani fingered the flirty little skirt. She’d never owned anything so beautiful. Clearly fae-made, the aqua fabric was tissue-fine and shot with gold thread.

Releasing the skirt, she resolutely shook her head. “Tell Sindre thank you, but I’ll wear my own clothes. I left a backpack when I was here before.”

“I have it. But he won’t like it.”

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