The air in the room clung to me like a thick syrup. My lungs strained to breathe. Nancee’s short fingernail marked the proper spot. Her nails had been cut short and lacked polish. For a well-dressed woman who had spent time arranging her hair in a neat style and putting on makeup, her hands didn’t match. Then I spotted the scar along her index finger. One of my worries floated off my back, but it was immediately replaced with a different concern.
“Sign it Opal Bloodrose,” Galen said.
I scrawled the name under Galen’s.
Nancee marked the papers and handed one set to Galen. “For your records. We’ll send the other to the Bloodgood capital, Vein Ravine.”
As they made small talk, Galen drew power, seeking their deeper emotions. The ones they hid under the polite small talk.
I moved between Galen and the couple. “It’s getting late. If you plan to be home before dark, you should go soon.”
Galen kept his smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “They’re welcome to stay as long as they’d like. I was about to offer them some refreshments.”
Heath thanked Galen. “Opal’s right. We should go.” He tsked. “The heating season’s foggy weather just won’t quit, putting a crimp in travel.”
We did the polite goodbyes.
“I’ll escort you out.” Then I said to Galen, “I’ll be back. Okay?”
Outmaneuvered, Galen’s grin strained as he agreed.
The three of us kept silent until we were far enough away not to be overheard.
“How did you know I was here?” I asked them. When they acted offended and confused, I cut in. “Valek did another excellent job with your disguises, but you can’t fool me anymore. I saw Eve’s scar. The one I gave her the last time we did knife defense.”
“Ah, hell,” Nic said. He pulled a silver coin from his pocket and gave it to his partner.
“Always a pleasure taking your money,” Eve said.
“We don’t have time for this,” I said.
“We followed Devlen,” Nic said. “Along with that big Ixian.”
Ari was here, too. I didn’t know if I should be glad or scared. “Leave now. Galen’s suspicious of you.”
But Nic wouldn’t budge. He engulfed me in a hug, squeezing the breath from me. Then he rested his hands on my shoulders and peered at me in concern. “How are you holding up?”
I stifled the desire to punch him. “Better now that I know I’m not legally married to Galen, but if I’m forced to reveal your identities and harm you then I’ll be sick. Go, so I don’t have to. Please.”
“Okay, okay. Settle down. We’ll leave. Our job’s finished anyway,” Nic said. He hugged me again and Eve squeezed my hand.
“Stay strong,” she said.
I watched them cross to the stables, wishing Nic was a better liar. The big lug had no intention of leaving. I wanted to cry and cheer at the same time.
Before I reached Galen’s office, I read the note from Walsh. He suspected Galen would attempt to take control of the family. Even in his warped mind, Walsh loved them and didn’t wish to see them subjected to Galen’s harsh leadership. Explaining what was in those syringes, Walsh hoped I would aid his family. I tore the letter into small pieces and threw them in the trash.
When I returned to the office, Galen didn’t wait to unleash his anger over my little trick. “You are to remain silent unless I ask you a question or give you permission to speak. You’ve been taking advantage of my inattention to details. I’m going to rectify that right now.” He read from a list he had written.
My loopholes disappeared with each command. All but two and I clung to them. They were all I had to keep me from giving up.
He slammed the paper down on the desk. “I’ve been too nice to you. I don’t think you really understand how nice.” Galen stood. “Don’t move.”
My mind yelled to run away, but my feet remained planted.
He approached me and slid his hands under my shirt, fondling my breasts. I bit my tongue, hoping the pain would distract me.
“I can feel you’re repulsed and afraid,” he said. “I order you to relax and enjoy my touch.”
Heat spread across my body, igniting desire.
“Better or worse?” he asked.
“Worse.”
“Now do you understand how nice I’ve been?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I think it’s time to consummate our nuptials. You will get pleasure from everything I do to you even if it hurts. Consider it a wedding gift.” He yanked my shirt off.
I shivered in delight as he ran his hands over my back and again when he finished undressing me. A distant corner of my mind recognized the horror and humiliation, but I was powerless.
A knock sounded before Galen could do more. Thank fate! Irritated, he strode to the door and opened it a crack.
“This better be important,” he said.
Devlen’s voice replied, too low for me to discern his words.
Galen glanced at me. “Get dressed.”
More than happy to oblige, I pulled my clothes on in record time. Galen swung the door wide and returned to his desk.
Devlen entered, leading a dozen guards.
“Show Opal what you caught on your fishing trip,” Galen said.
The guards parted, revealing two figures wrapped in null shield jackets.
29
MY LEGS REFUSED TO SUPPORT MY WEIGHT ANY longer. I dropped into a chair. This nightmare would never end.
“Heli has returned and she brought a friend,” Galen said. “Is he your Stormdancer, Opal?”
I met Kade’s gaze. “Yes.”
“He came to rescue you. How sweet.” Galen rubbed his chin as if considering. “And despite Devlen’s assurances that the Bloodroses have meekly accepted me, I’ve been picking up an undercurrent of unrest from them. Which is concerning. Opal, has Devlen been lying to me?”
“Yes.” The word burned my throat.
“Is he planning on helping you?”
“Yes.” I tried to catch Devlen’s eye, but he kept his attention fixed on Galen.
Galen said to him, “You were worried Opal would endanger her own rescue so you kept her out of the loop. But all this time, you’ve been a wonderful source of information. Your blood magic isn’t strong enough to block me from your emotions.” He gestured to the guards. “You believe they are loyal to you, when in fact they are still mine. And I know all about the fog. How many people have you sneaked into the compound?” He didn’t wait for Devlen to reply. “I counted six—the Minister and his wife, two disguised as guards and the Stormdancers.”
The small bit of hope clinging to me kissed me goodbye. Listening to Galen gloat was like watching someone burn to death and not being able to throw water on the poor soul.
Drawing power, Galen concentrated on Kade and Heli. “The jackets aren’t tied. They’re supposed to rip them off and cause problems when given the signal,” Galen explained to me. “Go ahead, Stormdancers, take them off.”
Kade and Heli shrugged free of the jackets. They exchanged a look.
“I’m more than capable of producing a null shield. Everyone was so worried about Opal’s power, you disregarded mine.” He tsked. “And is she really worth six lives? If she’s so devoted to her Stormdancer, then why did she sleep with Devlen?”
Dead silence. No one said a word. Beyond horrified, I stared at the floor.
Finally, Galen ordered his guards to wrap up Kade and Heli in the jackets and to secure Devlen.
As if on cue, Kade, Devlen and Heli fought the guards. But they were outnumbered, and Heli didn’t know how to defend herself. She was the first to be subdued and tied into a jacket, followed by Kade and then Devlen.
“Announce a mandatory clan meeting to start in one hour,” Galen ordered his guards. “Escort the three of them to the dining room. I’ll join you there after I finish.”
I returned my gaze to the rug until the rustling sounds of movement faded.
Galen crouched in front of me. “Feel terrible?”
“Of course.”