Page 123 of Hell Fae Captive
The bathroom impressedme with the level of amenities fully stocked as if Ajax had been expecting me.
Although, he’d saidus,so this was all probably Melek.
Still, I accepted the “gifts” because they were technically coming from Ajax. And so far, Ajax hadn’t done anything except be straight with me.
He’d also poured me a bath, something that had not only earned him bonus points but had also helped me feel a bit more alive.
So much so that I’d even been able to shower afterward.
I’d kept the settings on cool to try to dispel the heat flushing across my skin, but it didn’t help. Mostly because Ajax’s kindness had merely stoked an already burning flame, one that refused to be extinguished, even by icy pellets from the showerhead.
I braced my palms against the wall, debating my next move.
There were definitely certain ways I could tend to the growing heat inside me, but I wanted to be stronger than the urges, to ignore that sinful burn and remind myself of my situation.
Yet a foreign part of me continued to whisper,Human rules don’t apply here. These are Hell Fae. They take what they want. And you’re part Hell Fae, so why not indulge in that craving, hmm?
I nearly growled, choosing instead to focus on my still-aching muscles and the pain yesterday had caused. It helped ground me a bit, forcing me to forget Ajax’s kindness.
At least until the products on the sink reminded me of the “gifts” waiting for me. I used a few of them, including the comb and hair dryer. Then I tucked a towel around my body and nudged open the door to peek out at Ajax.
He stood in a little kitchen nook off his living area, still in those gray sweatpants. As though sensing my stare, or perhaps hearing the door open, he glanced back at me and ran his gaze over me with undisguised interest.
It seemed appropriate that he wouldn’t bother hiding his intrigue; he’d been upfront about everything else, so why not this?
Unfortunately, that forwardness only made me burn hotter, not colder.
Sharing space with him like this was going to lead to a different trial entirely.
He cleared his throat. “I left some clothes for you in the bedroom.”
“Thanks,” I whispered, feeling oddly shy as I hurried toward his room.
A uniform waited for me on his bed, that same white T-shirt and black pants. No underwear.
Because of course I would be forced to still go commando, I thought, sighing.
Shutting the door behind me, I let my towel drop and slipped into the clothes. It beat wearing a towel around his living area.
I ran my fingers through my hair and checked my appearance in the mirror against the back of his door.
He’d done something to the lighting to make it brighter in here, the flames having expanded across the upper parts of the wall. It reminded me of a modernized medieval castle, which was a bit of an oxymoron, yet somehow it worked.
Magic ran up my spine while I studied my reflection, making me roll my eyes. I rotated to see my name against my back again.
However, the enchantment kept shifting over my skin, the vibration causing the hairs along my arms to stand on end as the stars began to appear beneathCamillia De la Croix.
My brow furrowed.Six stars?
Then I recalled what Lucifer had said about stars before the trials, and my lips parted.
Power. Or that had been my interpretation of his words, anyway. He’d said we could either keep it for ourselves or share it with our intended mates. No question about my choice there.
But how had I started with three stars? Had others started with that many, too? I hadn’t really paid attention that first day on my way to the library, as I’d been more concerned with the names.
My lips twisted to the side.Maybe the book has something to say about stars, I thought, heading back to the bed to pull the item out from under the pillows. “You know, you would be a lot easier to read with a table of contents,” I told the book as I opened it to the first page.
It showed the same page from last night about the Nightmare Fae.
