“It's fucking disturbing,” the Wolf said. “It makes me want to catapult boulders at it.”
“I've tried to break it.” Narcissus nodded in agreement. “It's indestructible.”
“Nothing is indestructible,” I said determinedly. “We'll figure it out.”
Narcissus smiled softly at me. “I had hope like that once.” Then he turned and left.
And the sunlight left with him.
“I suppose I'd become just as cynical as him if I were trapped here as long as he has been,” I mused.
“He's become more than cynical,” the Wolf said as he stared after Narcissus. “He smells wrong, just like this place.”
“There's something that's been bothering me about him too,” I agreed. “I didn't realize what it was until he questioned me about the funhouse.”
“Vhat is it?” Kirill asked.
“The way he speaks.” I shook my head. “He talks like a modern man, and yet he said the last time a human came into the Mirror was a century ago.”
“You're right.” The Wolf's eyes widened. “His speech is all wrong. Even if he picked things up from the humans who came here, he'd still be using an older vernacular.”
“Exactly,” I said. “When I asked him what would happen if the Mirror starved, he said; 'Fuck if I know.' That's a very modern expression. I don't think it was bandied about in the early 1900s.”
“Which means that he's had far more recent visitors,” the Wolf said.
“Vhy vould he lie to us?” Kirill asked.
“I don't know,” I whispered. “It could be several reasons. Maybe he wants us to be more eager to leave.”
“No matter what the situation is here, we want out,” the Wolf said. “I don't think that's it.”
“Or perhaps he doesn't want us to know how strong he is,” I suggested.
Kirill grimaced and shook his head. “Vhatever his motives are, ve cannot trust him.”
“No, we can't,” I said softly. “The mere fact that Nemesis locked him in here speaks against him.”
“Let's try to get some sleep,” the Wolf said. “We'll think better after some rest.”
I didn't think I'd be able to sleep but once I was in the massive, crystal, four-poster bed, lying between my husbands, I drifted off very quickly.
Chapter Eight
The Wolf was right; sleep was just what we needed. I awoke with a new idea. I turned to tell him, but it wasn't the Wolf who stared sleepily at me, it was Trevor.
“Hey, you,” I whispered as I stroked his cheek.
“Hey back,” Trevor murmured in his sexy, morning voice. “A mirror-prison; that's a first.”
“Yeah. At least there aren't chains.” I chuckled. “I just got over my aversion to them.”
“It would be a shame to have to work out your issues again.” He smirked in a way that made a lie out of his words.
“I'm sure the Wolf would hate that.” I smirked back.
“You're getting him excited.” Trevor pulled me against his chest... and his erection.
“Not that I'm unhappy with you being here, but is there a reason you're back?” I asked. “I thought maybe you were letting him handle this one.”
