Page 185 of Their Lethal Pet
“We’ve been over this, dear. You’re?—”
“No longer under whatever spell you cast over me,” my sister interjects. “Who the hell are you really?”
“Your mother,” the Viscount growls.
My sister snorts. “My mother died over a decade ago.”
I wince at her words because they remind me of what I learned today about thebreeding compounds.
“Your mortal mother died two days after you were born,” the Viscount informs her flatly. “And your father was a sperm donor.” He sits back on his haunches to stare up at my sister. “And while we’re on the topic, yoursisterisn’t your real sister. She’s just another Omega. An ungrateful one at that.”
His eyes return to mine, and I can almost see the Goddess swimming in the depths of his dark irises, her power simmering just beneath the surface.
Is that the intensity I noticed during the Day of the Choosing?I wonder, viewing the Viscount through a new lens.And again when talking to the Duke?
“You just had to give in to the Alpha knot, didn’t you?” the Viscount says to me, shaking his head. Then he sighs and cups my cheek. “It’s okay, little one. I forgive you. I know how feeble and weak-minded your kind can be.”
Feeble and weak-minded?I repeat to myself.I am not feeble or weak-minded.
Granted, I can’t move at the moment because of whatever invisible rope the Viscount just used to bind me to this chair.
But that doesn’t make me feelweakso much astrapped.
Something that causes my soul to growl with fury inside.
The Viscount did something to me the moment he touched me. Something that turned me into his personal puppet.
He told me to follow him and I did.
He told me to sit and I obeyed.
He told me to stay still and I didn’t even think about moving.
But now that he’s called meweak, I’m not so sure I want to stay still. Or obey.Or put up with this.
I’m not even sure why I did to begin with.
It’s like I had a lapse in judgment, my body and mind trusting the being before me on instinct. Similar to how I felt around Orcus that night we first met when he held me and purred.
Only, the Viscount didn’t purr.
The Viscount just… coaxed me with words. And touches.
But he disturbed my link to my mates again, making my mind go quiet. However, unlike when I was in the garden, I can still feel them.
They’re close, I realize, the hint of their mingling colognes taunting my nostrils.A beautiful summer’s day.
I close my eyes and inhale deeply, allowing their scents to claim me once more.Mine,I think.My fae.
The spark of life inside me gives a little pulse in response, pleased by their presence.
They’ve come to take me home.
I can feel their intentions, as well as their anger.
The Viscount took something that doesn’t belong to him. Or rather, the Goddess inside him did.
And they’ve come to make that Goddess pay.
