Page 38 of Hell Fae Captive
It was the strangest rule book I’d ever encountered.
And nowhere had it helped me understand the deal Lucifer had constructed with my parents.
Gritting my teeth, I pinned up my hair and hooked the necklace with the talisman around my neck. It’d become a part of me over the last twenty-four hours, the energy swarming around the enchanting stone an addictive sensation against my skin.
Slipping into the black dress, I grimaced at my reflection in the full-length mirror.Wow, this thing doesn’t leave much to the imagination…
Magic hummed through it, curling the fabric around my body, leaving two long streaks that barely covered my nipples, rounding with cleavage on all sides, putting me on full display.
Two slits slipped up my thighs, hitting high on my hips, the hug of the fabric barely covering my ass.
And a graze of metal kept the dress around my neck, resulting in a low V down my back that revealed way too much skin. The finishing touch was a long silver chain running down my spine that felt far too much like a leash.
A knock sounded on my door.
The image of Ajax filled my vision, then flicked to Melek. Who would it be?
Who did Iwantit to be?
Smoothing my hands over my dress, I ignored the impulse to pull a giant sweater over my head and slid on the black heels instead. Then I went to the door to step through it—it was my only option without a proper handle.
No one stood on the other side.
At least not at eye level.
I dropped my gaze to the gargoyle below, his head barely reaching my knees.
“Oh.” I hated the note of disappointment in my voice. Apparently, I had wanted to see Melek or Ajax after all.
Stupid Cami,I chastised myself.
The gargoyle’s stone jaw grated as he said, “It’s time.” His wings shifted as he perused my appearance, paired with a gravelly sound that made my skin crawl. “Hmm, you’re ready. Shall we, then?”
My brows lifted. “They sent a creature as tall as a cat to escort me to the ceremony?”
The gargoyle didn’t seem fazed as he stared back at me with unreadable black eyes. Perhaps I’d been a bit rude in comparing him to a cat.
“A large cat, perhaps.” He fluttered his wings again. “If you prefer to go alone…”
“No,” I mumbled, tugging at the sides of my dress. The last time I’d tried to navigate the campus, I’d run myself in circles and faced a Manticore. “Any company that doesn’t try to kill me would be nice.”
“Stay on my good side, then.”
Leaving my room behind, I walked alongside the gargoyle, who, despite his threats, didn’t seem all that intimidating. However, every footfall reminded me a bit of an elephant.Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
“What’s your name?” I asked as we exited the building. The last one I’d encountered had been Sir Davis, if memory served me right. I was starting to be able to tell them apart based on their slight differences.
He glanced at me. “Sir Bachen.”
“I’m Cami.”
“I know.” It was hard to tell past the gravel in his voice, but I thought I detected a hint of humor behind his tone.
We cut across the quad and made our way to an amphitheater on the other side of campus. Dozens of women flocked there with their own tiny stone escorts. It was almost like a high school prom, only the gowns left little to the imagination.
Totally not high school appropriate and more fitting for a brothel.
“I must leave you,” Sir Bachen said with a small bow.
