Page 76 of Hellish Fae
My fingers dig into my palm, but Damien’s palm skims over mine. It doesn’t matter. The king is in a haze of rage.
“Krave, did this fucking demon act alone? Did all of them do this? What happened here? The truth,” The king commands of his demon.
Krave stays curled on the ground, but he tilts his head slowly toward me. A smile doesn’t kiss his lips as it always does. Regret pulls hard at his mouth. It lines his face and shines in his eyes as he stares just at me.
And then, for once, he lies to my father.
“The demon, Ryke, Ryke did it,” Krave rasps out.
I’ve begged him for years to lie to his handler. And now he finally does.
And I fucking hate him for it.
The guards all move the moment my father gives the smallest of nods.
I shake hard as my father has Ryke beaten down until he’s bloody at my feet. There are too many guards and too much violence surrounds us for Zaviar or Damien to make a move. Instead, they hold me back as I thrash in their arms.
“I did it! I did it! I killed him! Me!”
My screams are senseless melody that coincides with Ryke’s. Sounds of pain echo through the night. My body sags into Damien, but my hands continue to claw at him to release me. Zaviar shields me from the sight of their friend being broken physically and emotionally right before our eyes.
Tears stream hot down my cheeks, but I don’t realize it as I fight against the two men who I know care about me.
Maybe that’s why they do it . . .
It feels like a lifetime passes, but the violence finally stops. Ryke’s face is swollen and will scar even more. I swallow it down. He’s dragged away to the dungeons beneath the castle. And I swallow it down. Damien and Zaviar are led to the demon’s quarters where someone will claim them as their own. And I swallow it down.
I stand before the guards, the incubus who I once thought was my mate, and my father.
And too many visions of how I’ll kill him flash through my mind.
My father takes my hand in his and turns as if he’ll lead me into the castle like the only child he has left now in the world.
There’s a rawness to my throat and I can’t think let alone speak.
“Look what’s happened to you. I should have never sent you away. We can file these horns away,” he tells me like a promise. “We will fix whatever’s happened to you, dear. We can take care of all of this.” He goes to reach for the horns above my head.
Rage dark and deadly blooms within me and I can’t even feel a single ounce of Catherine’s existence through all the anger I’m harboring. I jar away from him and storm inside without looking back at what just happened.
Because revenge is a powerful thing.
And with time, I will burn this entire fucking realm to the ground for what they’ve done tonight.
The End.
