Page 102 of Vicious Princess
He might be attractive amongst humans, but in the world of fae, he’s as bland as a fresh sheet of paper.
I blink.
The iron chains drop, hitting the ground.
Another blink.
The spot where the prisoner just was is empty.
My heart skips a beat.
I feel his presence behind me a moment before he attempts to headlock me. Quickly, I duck and sweep my feet over his ankles. It brings him down only because he doesn’t expect a human be this fast.
He lands on his left hip. I open my senses in an attempt to control him.
But it’s a mistake.
All my senses are assaulted by the intricate pathways of his emotions. It’s like being swept into the middle of a thunderstorm, lightning flashing with dangerous precision.
I stumble backwards as if I were just hit by that lightning bolt and snap my senses shut. He’s back on his feet, prowling towards me like a panther.
Everything about the way his body moves, the way he looks at me, screamsdanger.
Thankfully, a regular fae is lesser than a human Decarios in many ways.
He swings a fist.
I duck and dodge, aiming at his side. He curses and throws another punch at me. I whirl around him, evading it with ease.
“Not with physical force, Wildarrow!” Ezkai Cassandra’s voice reaches me.
The prisoner chuckles.
I huff, throwing myself at him, shoulder first. We collide with each other and the floor hard enough, my brain rattles inside my skull. He rolls us around, straddling my hips, and pins my hands above my head.
He brings his face close to mine. A chilling half-smile blooms on his face.
“You’re fun to play with,” he says. I recoil when he flicks his tongue out and licks a path from the line of my jaw all the way to my temple. “And taste so sweet.”
Oh, dear gods. Maybe the old healer wasn’t joking when he said fae used to eat humans before the Great Continent Separation.
I can’t do much in this position. He’s strong enough to keep me pinned.
I inhale.
Exhale.
And open my senses again.
This time around, the thunderstorm of emotions doesn’t overwhelm me too badly, but it’s almost impossible to navigate his emotions. I’ve never experienced anything like this before—there’s so many of them mixed together, I have a hard time separating what he’s feeling.
It’s as if he’s feeling all the emotions at once. However, I sense one that sings the loudest amongst the chaos.
I close my eyes and focus my mind on calling forth the sadness.Think of something sad, think of something sad, think of something sad.
It’s not hard for me to find sadness within me. It lingers at the edges of my being at all times, just waiting for the chance to seep into every fiber of me.
If I didn’t keep it at bay at all times, keeping anger at the forefront, the sadness would consume me.
