Page 9 of Dark Fae's Desires
“Answer me, dammit!”
Still nothing, so in frustration, I slam my hands onto the iron bars, the burn making me grunt with pain.
Inhaling deeply, I mutter a word that pops into my head. “Rath’Na.”
A whimper comes back at me through the blackness.
“Rath’Na,” I say louder. “Where have I heard that word before?” I frown fiercely as I try to remember. “Rath’Na. Rath’Na.” It’s eluding me, but Iknowthat I’ve seen it written down somewhere before.
“My name,” he croaks out, startling me out of my thoughts. “How do you know my name?”
“Your name?” I repeat. “Rath’Na.”
“Stop. Saying. It,” he snarls, clattering against the bars of his own cage. “Stop it.”
Licking my lips, I remember.
Delinda’s books.
I used to read them when she was off doing whatever it was she used to do when she was at home. Weirdly, I wanted to know all about Dragons and their magick. The Fae used to live in harmony with them eons ago. I was curious when I was younger, mostly to see if I had any Dragon in me.
“Rath’Na. Father to the original Dragon Empress’s sons. The Dragon Princes. That’s you,” I whisper through the bars of my cage.
“STOP!”
Falling back onto my ass from the sheer power of the agony that hits me, it makes it hard to breathe. I gasp, putting my hand to my chest as my heart pounds.
“Stop. Making. Me. Remember,” he hisses.
My head starts to throb, and I groan. His feelings are turning into memories that I can see playing through my head.
Finding out about his wife’s affair with my grandfather.
Searching for Drake to kill him.
Falling into the hands of the Light Fae King with a promise to get him to Drake.
Imprisoned.
Being compelled into a stasis.
Over nine hundred years ago.
The only thing I don’t know is why, or when, he was brought out of the coma-like state he was in for so long.
“I’m sorry,” I moan, pushing down on my eyes to try to stop the ache.
“Not. Your. Fault,” he grits out.
“I’ll save you; I swear it. When I get out of here, you are coming with me,” My vehemence is my only weapon right now.
“No,” he says sadly. “Save yourself. I will slow you down, and you have more to live for.”
“So do you! I will get you back to your life.”
“I have no life! Don’t you see?”
Brushing the tears from my eyes in the silence that follows, I hear a scrape of a door.
