I steeled myself, bracing for impact as Lora peered down at me with a squinted gaze.
“What did you do?” she growled.
“Nothing,” I mumbled.
Truth. I truly remembered doing nothing to break the curse.
I sat up. No dizziness.
“Kill her and let’s be done with this,” a male Fae Lord said from where he sat on his throne. The lazy bastard hadn’t moved.
I burst to my feet and pulled on what little power I had, prepared to fight for my life if I had to. If I was going to die, I wasn’t going down without at least making Lora bleed.
Upon seeing me tense up, Lora tipped her head back and laughed. It was a cold and biting sound and I’d had enough. I prepared to thrust my power outward when she glared at me.
“No,” she said, and flicked her finger.
A blast of power smacked into my stomach and I keeled over, sliding backward ten feet and then freezing in place as her magic held me there. It was so strong, so tightly encompassing me, that it made it hard to breathe.
“I wonder,” Lora said as she walked closer to me.
I was hunched over but could see her light pink heels approaching.
“This year’s fight is a centennial,” Lora told Silas.
Silas is here?Damn, the bastard lived.
“I’m aware,” he growled, his voice close as brown boots came into view.
Lora reached out and stroked my cheek. “The birthday curse has been lifted from her, so she will live until killed. You might as well keep her in your pack and use her Greywolf power to fight Brayden on fight night.”
My stomach dropped. “No,” I whimpered, and raised my head, pushing against her power which kept me immobilized.
My gaze flicked to Silas to see him grinning. He liked the idea.
No. No. No.
I couldn’t have Brayden defeated with my own power. The guilt would kill me. Not to mention he would lose his entire pack again.
“And after the fight?” Silas asked.
She looked at me cruelly. “Brayden will want to be with his beloved. So we need to make sure she has a little accident before he can pick her as his sole pack member for the next year.”
Silas laughed and my skin crawled at how evil they could be.
I’d forgotten for a moment that at the centennial fight Brayden could kill Silas but Silas couldn’t kill Brayden because Lora needed his link to the Greywolf power.
“How can I tame her power until then?” Silas enquired.
Lora ran a slow finger across Silas’ chest, making his eyes go half lidded.
Gross.
But now it all made sense. They were… I shuddered to think of Lora and Silas between the sheets.
“I can do better than that, my love. I cangiveyou her power,” she told him.
She snapped her fingers and a fae attendant appeared carrying a silver plate. On it were two pairs of arm cuffs, just like the ones she wore that linked her to Castiel and Natalie and the others.
