Page 14 of Lycan King's Captives
Hours pass, and Xandros does not return. After a while, I don’t think he will, at least not tonight.
He’s probably with his wife. He has a wife…
I am still trying to figure out how I fit into this situation. Why torture someone and expect them to watch you be with another?
I am about to recheck the windows and see if I can get one to open; I’ve been trying in vain for hours, each one has some key lock on them. And I can’t find a key anywhere. The glass also isn’t glass, it seems to be hard Perspex. Rechecking the largest window, I hear the door handle rattle. My breath lodges in my throat as I peer over at the door. Racing back to the bed, I quickly sit.
My heart beats like a drum as the doors slowly open. Some part of me is stupidly excited, hoping it is Xandros. However, it seems to be one of the castle servants. The young female servant is about my age, with long dark hair and deep brown eyes. She is wearing a navy dress with a white apron, and she has a warm, friendly demeanor.
“King Xandros said he couldn’t return for dinner. So he asked me to bring some food for you.” She uses her hips to hold the door open before grabbing a tray off the trolley. She comes in carrying a tray of food and drinks and smiles at me as she places it on the table and returns to her trolley.
“I’ve also come with some clothes; the king said you had nothing to wear,” she tells me, grabbing a few black bags from a boutique store I’ve seen in the city. She sets the bags at the end of the bed.
“Where is the king?” I ask her, and she pauses.
“With Princess Dresden,” the woman remarks. Her tone of voice is sour, which gives me the impression the princess isn’t liked by her.
“Did the king say when he would return?” I ask her, moving to the table where she set the tray of food. Glancing down at the silver tray, there is an array of food, including an exquisite salad, a bowl of steamed vegetables, a small plate of roasted potatoes, a chicken dish, and a freshly baked mini-loaf of bread. For dessert, there was a selection of fruits, a bowl of custard, and a chocolate mousse. The drinks accompanying the meal included a bottle of red wine and a pitcher of sparkling water.
“The king wasn’t sure what you would like, so we brought a bit of everything for you. I will set some drinks in the fridge for you and also a platter full of cheeses and meats.” She grabs another tray off the trolley and a small bucket with ice in it before moving toward a wall by the closet. I never saw a fridge here. She then presses on the panel by the walk-in closet, and the wall presses in. She then slides a door open, and I find a small bar area. I blink at her, having not noticed the fake wall panel. She puts everything away and then closes the sliding door and wanders into the bathroom to collect the wet towels and dirty laundry.
My eyes go to the open door. Before I can even think of making a move for it, she returns, dropping the dirty laundry into a basket beneath the trolley. She then grabs some extra towels and toiletries and restocks the bathroom.
“What is your name?” I ask her as she comes out again. “Darcy, ma’am,” she tells me with a warm smile.
“No need to call me ma’am; I’m Sienna,” I tell her. She smiles and nods.
“Well, if you need anything else, you can call down on the phone that’s in the bar area. The numbers are listed on the small panel on the wall for the kitchen and staff. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.” She then walks back toward the door, retrieving her keys, and I know she is about to lock me back in.
“Actually...” Darcy stops and looks back at me.
“I don’t suppose you could help me with the windows. I have been trying to let some air in. The room is pretty stagnant—dusty from being locked up.”
“Certainly,” she smiles, wandering over to the large windows. She uses her keys to unlock the window and pushes it open. She then turns and smiles.
“Call down if you need anything else,” she tells me before making her way back to the door. She then shuts the door and locks it.
Darcy unlocked the window. I blink at it. She just unlocked the window but locked the door. Did she not see an error in her actions, or did she think it wouldn’t matter since I am human and the drop below would be instant death?
She clearly misjudged my determination to get out of here. I am willing to risk death if it means not being subjected to spending the rest of my life with King Xandros and his bitch of a wife. Fuck his mate bond. Ever since he marked me, I have felt fine, with no signs of a fever.
Moving to the bags of clothes, I dig through them, finding some dark blue jeans, a shirt, and a hoodie. There are also pajamas and undergarments; I grab the undergarments and blanch at the tiny pieces of sheer fabric.
Exactly what is this supposed to cover?
I hold up the sheer fabric that resembles string for how tiny the underwear is. Shaking my head, I pick up the see-through bra. At least I can wear this, and no one would see it. Digging through the last bag, I find a pair of flats and some socks, and also a pair of slippers. Snatching up the socks and flats, I groan, grabbing the small lace wedgie maker, too, deciding to put it on, anyway.
I slip them on and sigh in relief. They were snug but comfortable. I grab my shirt and jeans then head over to the window with my shoes. Sitting on the window ledge, I slip my shoes on and look out the window—big mistake. Never look down. Now I have; I feel nauseous. The fall isn’t a mere two-story drop, it’s more like four. Peering around, I look for a way down, spotting some vines that sliver and creep along the stone walls. I tug on one, and it breaks away easily.
Well, I won’t be Tarzaning it out of here. I’m glad I tested it before I just climbed out and grabbed one. I look for another way to climb down when I come across the trellis, a deciduous climbing vine creeping along it with white and pink blooming buds.
I smile; that’s my way out. There is just one problem. It’s out of reach, and still the best chance I have. Climbing onto the ledge, I step out, balancing on my toes as I creep along the ledge, ensuring I keep a grip on the window. I stretch my fingertips grazing the trellis. I step a little closer, one foot dangling off the ledge as I stretch my arm.
My heart beats erratically as I wrap my fingers around the trellis, and I let out a breath. However, just as I let go of the window, a hand wraps around my wrist. I am ripped back inside the window and tossed to the ground. A squeak leaves my lips, and my hip aches from landing on it. Turning around, I find it’s Xandros. He slams the window shut while panic grips me, and I back away from him when he turns to face me. He growls, and the sound makes goosebumps rise on my arms.
“I said test me. I didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to,” he snarls, stalking toward me.
I scurry away, but his hand latches onto my arm. He pulls me up and slams me against the wall.
