“They can use illusions.”
“Great,” she mumbled as she climbed to her feet and walked to her side of the room. “Talk about an unfair advantage over someone who has no magic. Tell me again why everyone falls at their feet? They’re freaking monsters, is what they are.”
As she expected, there was no response from Kellan. Denae remained standing, stretching out her arms and back. She might not be in a physical fight with the Dark Fae, but it was going to take more than just her mind to keep her one step ahead of the assholes.
Plus she couldn’t sit still and not look at Kellan.
“Few call them monsters. Only the Kings dare that,” Kellan said. “And a few Light.”
Denae rolled her eyes. “Speaking of the Light, where are they? Shouldn’t they be here rescuing us?”
There was a loud snort from Kellan. “As if the Light would demean themselves to help a mortal.”
“Or a Dragon King,” she surmised. “I’m right, aren’t I?”
“Aye.”
“No one knows where we are.” The full comprehension of their predicament settled on her like a ton of bricks. The betrayal made her feel like she had been run over by a semi. This was a whole new level of hell she could do without. “It might have been better if MI5 had me instead of these brutes.”
“Brutes?” came a voice into the room as the sound of a latch being lifted shattered the quiet.
The door swung open and in walked two Dark Fae. Denae immediately recognized Emil. The bastard was once more eyeing her like a starving man being offered a four-course meal.
“I think brute is a bit harsh,” replied the other Dark One.
Denae shifted her gaze to the one speaking. His hair was more liberally streaked with silver so that barely any black could be seen, and it hung midway down his back. The strands were pulled away from his face to fall in a braid down his back, giving her an ample view of the vicious scar that ran vertically from his forehead over his left eyebrow to the top of his cheek.
Somehow, whatever had cut him had grazed his eyelid as well. But it was the scar itself, something none of the other Dark Fae sported, that held her attention.
“Ah,” the Dark One said with a small grin as he fingered the scar. “You’re wondering how I came to have this.”
“Not really. I’m just wondering why it’s visible. None of the others have such a scar.”
His smile tightened, his red eyes narrowing slightly. “True, but then I was fighting a Dragon King.”
“Tell her all of it, Taraeth,” Kellan demanded.
Taraeth cut a glance to Kellan. “You see none of the others with such a scar, little human, because the others who dared to take on the Kings were killed.”
“You ran,” Denae surmised easily enough.
He chuckled and walked around her. “I’m leader here. None of the others dare say that.”
Denae found it difficult to remain still. If she thought Emil was exasperating with his obvious seduction, he was no match for Taraeth.
Waves of lust rolled off him. She felt them, and yet, oddly enough, her body didn’t respond as she had been led to believe. She felt … nothing for either of the Dark.
The Dark leader halted when he faced her once more. “Tell me, little human. What are you doing with a Dragon King?”
“I trespassed on his property, and they took me prisoner.”
Taraeth barked in laughter. “Oh, how wonderful. Did you trade the use of your body with this one,” he pointed to Kellan, “in exchange for your freedom?”
“No. I was attracted to him.”
Taraeth’s red eyes raked her from head to foot and back again with blatant sexuality. “Wait until you have me between those long legs. You’ll forget all about your dragon.”
Denae couldn’t hold back her grin. “Does this normally work on us?”
Taraeth’s eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, his smile disappearing as anger took hold. He jerked his head to Emil who merely shrugged.
“I told you, sire.”
Taraeth turned back to her. He loomed over her, his body brushing hers. The way he stared at her seemed as if he were trying to push his will onto her.
More of the sexual waves—as she began to think of them—came at her. She felt them, knew what it was, but there wasn’t an ounce of stirring.
Denae moved her head to the side and sighed loudly. “Do you know the definition of personal space? Because you’ve invaded mine.”
“You should be stripping your clothes off by now,” Taraeth said in dismay as he leaned back.
Denae shrugged. “Nope. Not feeling it.”
“I will have you,” he vowed in a low voice. “I’ll take you as many times as I want, all while Kellan watches.”