Page 126 of Pretty Little Prey
He peered down at her with indifferent, cold, green eyes. Bastille had looked at her in many unpleasant ways before—mostly with red hot rage—but never with such flippant indifference.
Luna said in a warning tone, “If you kill him, I’ll never forgive you. I would never want to be with you after that. So, what would be the point?”
“That he never touch you again.”
“Bastille!”
“I cannot sit back and watch you with him,” Bastille bit out through bared teeth. A clear battle broke out over his expression—anger, sadness, doom, and dread all fought for time on his face. Like he hated to lose her, but he didn’t see any other option. He whispered brokenly, “Ican’t.”
“You willnothurt him,” she demanded, slamming a fist onto his hard, muscular chest.
He shrugged off her hand, clasping her wrist and holding it. “You will forgive me eventually,” he said, though uncertainty shone in those green orbs.
“No, I won’t,” she replied sternly. “And what about the prophecy?” She questioned all the men. “If you can’t share me, you lose me. Does the chance of losing me not matter? You have to ‘beat’ him? Is your pride that toxic?”
“You say that as if you want us to share you,” Bastille said. “But we all know who you will choose in the end. Even now, the only reason you are bringing up the prophecy is because you’re afraid for your precious dragon.”
“Stop that.” She shook the arm that he still grasped, trying to jostle him—jostle some of his brain cells free to start thinking instead of letting testosterone rule him. “No one needs to die.”
“Incorrect.”
“Say something to him,” Luna begged Sly, Kobe, and Nikolai. “Stop this.”
The men, shockingly, stayed silent.
“You’re just going to let them kill each other?”
More silence. She gaped at Kobe, and the werewolf broke her gaze to stare at his feet.
“Screw all of you,” she exclaimed. “You don’t care about me. Not really. If you did, you’d be worried about what a fight to the death means with the prophecy—aka my death sentence. You don’t care enough to share me? Fine! I no longer want to be shared by any of you,” she cried out.
Several royal guests and Council members glanced over at her, but the men had huddled around her in a circle to block the crowd’s view.
“You may all be unfairly sexy, but I’ve dealt with prideful alpha predators before, and I have no interest in being seen as a toy or a trophy. I don’t need someone making decisions for me aboutmyfuture, and I don’t need someone who wants to change what I am. If you’d rather fight to the death than share me for thesake of my life, then I want no part of this. No part of you.”
Luna moved to escape the circle of men, but their broad shoulders and tall looming bodies prevented her.
Nikolai stated, “Let’s move this somewhere else.”
Locked in a room by myself again. She scowled at the door, internally screaming in rage.Kept like a damn pet. Kobe stood on the other side, guarding the door to the bedroom while Daxton and Bastille began the contestation in the hallway outside of it.
With her vampire sense of hearing, she had an audible front row seat to the fight even though she could see nothing.Damn door.
“No powers. Let’s do this hand-to-hand,” she heard Daxton say.
“Afraid you’ll meet my gaze and I’ll petrify you instantly?” Bastille shot back.
“Basilisk, all I have to do is open my mouth and you would burn to a crisp.”
“Fine. Hand-to-hand.”
Meanwhile, she pounded on the door. “Let me out, you assholes!”
“They can’t hear you,” a voice said from behind her, and she gasped, turning around.
An older woman wearing a floor-length black cloak stood in front of the large bed. She grinned at her, flashing sharp, yellowing teeth. Her eyes glowed white and silver. A seer?
The woman said, “These are the king’s quarters. A soundproofing spell has veiled this room for millennia.” She whispered dramatically, “Due to all the sex. Did you know dragons roar when they come? Quite loudly.”
