Silas Earrach
My molars threatened to crack from how hard I bit down at the silence that answered my threat that hung heavy in the air. I had made plenty before in jest that had amounted to nothing but forgotten words, but the one I had delivered to his turned back were one I intended to follow through on.
"Don't-"
Seeing the anger build in my clenched fists, the prince's warning fell on deaf ears too late. Mine weren't tuned to listen to logic, no, Ma had ensured they would only be tuned to listen for the one being dragged away. My... mate. The one that was held up against a man who was dragging her down a dark corridor, her legs failing her.
Like I failed her.
My fist swung out to hit the iron bars.
Right now, my ears were only focused on one thing, the sound of her feet attempting to stand and take stumbled footsteps. They were the loudest of the trio, allowing the other two to go unheard as they stepped into the darkness that swallowed them and the corridor a few cells down. With how dark it was, it was a surprise that Greysi had been able to see us across the cells. Human eyes weren't as sensitive to light as fae eyes, yet she had no problems seeing our faces...
Then it dawned on me.
The fucking blood stone.
Pulling my fist back, I slammed it back into the iron bars where the last burn I had given myself was still healing. Instantly, I felt my skin start to blister and melt, but this time, I wasn't quick to pull back. I kept my hand there, savouring the burn of pain that temporarily distracted me from the overwhelming panic and unease that danced in my stomach. It wasn't entirely mine, but the foreign tendrils I could briefly catch were so small that it had me even more concerned. She should have been freaking, terrified, like she had been at Tia's home. Before she had even realized we were sharing an enclosed space with dead bodies. Though I was sure we could find a few of those in the cells around us too.
Something was wrong with her. And that scared me. More than I liked.
"Hurting yourself isn't going to help her. Especially if your pain makes its way through to her. I'll just make it worse."
"No, it won't. Not with the condition she's in," I said with a shake of my head. We didn't even know the extent of how bad it was given she's human. They were fragile and easily breakable. "This," I pulled back my blistering and smoking hand, "is nothing. She won't notice anything."
"How do you know that-"
"Because I know her better than you do."
"Do you?"
A charged silence followed his question which had achieved its aim of aggravating me further.
"Yes."
"Then tell me," he started, the corner of his lips turning up in the faintest of smirks I had ever seen. "Does she scream when she comes or muffle her moans?"
A roar of silence followed Rowan's question where my arm rose to swing the side of my fist down against the bars that separated our cells. My body followed after it to give it weight, but it did nothing to move or dent the solid bars. All I gained were iron burns where exposed flesh had the misfortune of interacting with him while an animalistic growl threatened to escape my chest as I stared down at the man who dared to lie with my- Greysi.
"Well?"
"I'm this close to finding out how hard you scream when your pecker's ripped off," I shot back, pulling my now mangled hand back to bring my thumb and finger together until only a hairs breath of distance remained between them.
