I needed to get the hell out of here.
Dig Graves had been dwelling in this box for seven years. I had known he was here and very much still alive, however I had been preoccupied with my arrest, my new tittle as Soulless and my recent relocation into a new home that I had forgotten this creature of darkness would be lurking in the basement.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck.
The private cells were shoe boxes all with metal rusted bars spearing up from floor to ceiling. You could see in. You could see out.
I dug my heels into the floor before we passed. Before he saw me.
“I cannot go this way.” I whispered to the guard who walked with me. “Another way please.”
He prodded my back with a baton. “You wanted a private cell, I’m taking you to a private cell.”
“Dig Graves is down here!”
The guard rolled his eyes. “Don’t be scared. He’s locked up. He can’t hurt you. Not for two days.”
“He tried to kidnap me!”
“Move!”
He shoved me. I stumbled forward, into the territory of Dig Graves. Wincing, I skated my eyes into the cell.
Maybe he wouldn’t remember me.
In his cell, my face had been carefully chiselled into the entirety of the concrete wall. A mastery of work that would have taken years.
He probably remembered me.
“I smell princess.”
The voice emerged from the dark like a ghost scampering out of a freshly planted headstone. My arm hair speared. My bones chilled. My respectability told me not to think of what this was doing to the throbbing between my legs.
I did not see the arm that grabbed me, but it came from between the metal bars of the cell. A hand so strong and quick, he snatched me by my shirt collar and flung me forward to face the cell, forcing my cheeks to press in between two bars. I lost a gasp.
Quivering from the impact, I managed to source some healthy fear.
Though, he was not touching me, he did not let go of my shirt.
There, in the cell, he stood before me. Wingspan shoulders, a bicep filled of muscle. A shadow sluiced across his face, hiding his eyes, showing me only the outline of his jaw, a slip of black hair and his pink lips that twisted into a grin.
“You are not allowed to hurt me!” I grabbed his wrist.
He was far too strong for me to unpick his fingers.
The guard behind me yawned and leaned against the wall enjoying the show. “He’s not hurting you.”
I bent as far as I could to show the guard my distaste.
“Eyes on me, Princess.” A command.
A command spoken with a voice sturdier than steel. My thighs burned with the heat of a thousand blistering suns.
Swallowing down hard, I puzzled defiance into all the corners of my face and showed him my gaze.
He smirked. “That’s my girl.”
I think I got pregnant.
