Medea screwed her face up at his actions. “How do you do that?”
“That’s like asking me how I breathe. I don’t know. I just think it and it happens.” Shadow gave her a sarcastic grin. “It’s magick.”
Rolling her eyes at his sarcasm, she shook her head at him. “You’re a sick bastard.”
“Always.” As he stepped away, Medea frowned.
There was a smear of blood on the floor. Even though there was no color in this room where they were—everything appeared as shades of black and white, like an old movie—she knew the looks of it. The smell of it.
And it took her a few seconds to realize the source.
“You’re wounded?”
Shadow paused at her question, but didn’t answer.
Then she saw it. The huge, gaping wound in Shadow’s side that was partially concealed by his cape. “Shadow?”
His eyes rolled back into his head as his legs buckled. He would have hit the ground hard had Falcyn not caught him and lowered him slowly to the floor.
Yet no sooner did he pull back than the door opened to show a small group of Adoni who weren’t their allies.
The rasping of metal filled the air as the Adoni unsheathed their swords.
An instant later, they attacked.
14
Alone in the stone tower with her prisoner, Narishka watched as Maddor attempted to reach her so that he could kill her. Luckily she had the mandrake quelled. Though the term was becoming more a hope than actual reality as the mandrake continued to fight against the magick she was using to imprison him.
“Let me out of here!”
She tsked at his furious tone. All in all, she’d give it to the huge feral beast. Like his father, he was a handsome one. With black hair and eyes, he bled an innate, raw masculinity that drew others to him. And though she’d never had a taste of his lush, sexy body, she suspected he was incredible in bed. At least that was what all the rumors of him said.
Again, just like his father. Oh for the days when Falcyn had been much more reckless and nondiscriminating. When he hadn’t cared who ventured to his bed or where he found himself in the morning.
What he drank…
But that was for another day to test the boundaries of Maddor’s tastes.
Right now, she had to keep him caged.
And far away from her throat he was so desperate to tear out.
“Don’t make me drug you.”
Drugging a mandrake was a very tricky thing that killed about half of them. And if Maddor died, Falcyn would rip out her heart and force-feed it to her. Little did Maddor know, their profound fear of Falcyn’s temper was the only reason the beast was still alive.
“Why am I here?”
She shrugged. “Why are any of us in this thing called life? That’s a question for the ages and for philosophers. Is that really what you want to discuss?”
“No. What I want is to feast on your fetid heart, bitchtress!”
Aye, she knew that fiery, hate-filled glare in those dark eyes. How no one had ever guessed that Maddor was the single, true son of Veles she couldn’t imagine. They were so similar in temperament and mannerisms. Even more alike in words and actions. They might as well be the same person. Only a fool could miss how similar they were to one another.
“Is that any way to speak to your aunt?”
He scowled at her unprecedented and unexpected disclosure.
