Changeling (Book 1) Rated R

Chapter 36

I'd grown tired of swinging the chair but I did it once more out of frustration.

Wasn't that the definition of insanity?

Doing the same thing over and over but expecting a different result?

If so, I'd definitely gone insane.

The chair bounced back from the rubber-like window and struck me in the ankle. With an outraged hiss, I slammed my fists into the glass.

"What kind of fucked up sorcery is this?" I cursed.

Swinging back around, I scanned the room for any additional weapons but there were none that I hadn't already used.

I glared at the open front door. It'd be great that it was open if I didn't run into an invisible wall every time I tried to leave.

"Damn you, Christian Dannek." I seethed, spinning in a circle.

"Damn you to hell, I'm going to kill you."

"Go easy on me."

Glancing over my shoulder in surprise, I found him standing by the previously empty doorway, hands stuffed into the pockets of his black pants, spattered delicately with still fresh flurries of snow as if he'd just returned from being outdoors.

"What happened with your father? What is he going to do with me?" I demanded.

"You've made a mess." He mused as he took a single step that brought him into the room. I glared at his entry, offended that he could enter but I could not leave.

Wrinkling his nose, Christian lifted the broken kettle of tea I'd flung at the door earlier.

"This was my favorite kettle."

"Christian, answer my questions!"

Bending down, he picked up a few articles of clothing, tucking them back into the dresser absentmindedly.

Searing, hot anger took over me then at his nonchalance, and magic crackled at my fingertips.

He must have sensed the change in the atmosphere because he glanced down at my hands and smiled.

"Don't think for one second that I won't hold you down on that bed if you even think about hurting me again, Aimee."

"I will hurt you and more if you don't let me out of here. Why did you lock me in here?"

"Oh, that? It was for your own protection. Didn't want you wandering these halls unless Henric changed his mind and decided to execute you on the spot."

"If he's not going to execute me on the spot then what is he planning to do with me? If you're my friend as you claim to be, you'll tell me."

"Now, I never claimed to be your friend, Aimee."

My mouth dropped into an 'o' of surprise.

Sure, he'd never claimed to be my friend, he'd just pretended to be and then stabbed me in the back.

While my mind screamed at me to control myself, the magic had already left my hand and barreled toward Christian.

As it missed him by a few short centimeters, I decided impulse control had never been my forte and I preferred it this way anyway.

True to his word, Christian whizzed through the room. For a moment I was airborne, before my back collided with the springs of the mattress, head sinking between downy pillows. Landing above me, and encircling me, pinning my arms and legs to the bed was Christian.