That was the truth as well. They knew he was a power hungry, selfish sod. If he’d kill his own children, it was no surprise he’d kill the peasants.
The king glanced over my head and raised both brows before setting his eyes on me once more. I heard twin sets of footsteps march up behind.
The Drae to the right of the throne twitched, nearly imperceptibly.
Cold realization settled heavily in my chest. The king wasn’t going to let me go. He was going to kill me. My eyes slid to Madeline’s corpse; she’d said there was only one way out of here, hadn’t she? The seconds stretched, and I contemplated my fate. I had accomplished nothing of significance in my life, and I didn’t want to die here.
I tensed as the footsteps halted beside me. If the king thought I wasn’t going to try to run he had another thing coming. I waited for the order that would seal my fate, muscles coiled to escape.
Lord Irrik spoke, “Perhaps it would be wise to question the girl. If she knows anything, she may be able to corroborate whatever the other three prisoners disclose. She’ll be easier to break than the others.”
I shifted my eyes to the Drae, furrowing my brow.
The king still watched me with his assessing gaze, and I hoped I hadn’t betrayed anything.
A slow smile twisted the king’s features. “Lord Irrik, what an excellent plan. You echo my own thoughts. Though I must ask, seeing as you’ve kissed her several times, is your lust for her going to interfere with the interrogation?”
Lust! What the hay?
King Irdelron leaned back in his gilded throne, and studied me over his steepled fingers.
The Drae’s face remained impassive. “I am bound by oath, sire. And I would never lust for a human.”
Irdelron laughed, a cruel barking sound. “Then you will be alone for eternity.” He raised his hand and waved me forward. “Jotun, take this wisp of a girl and find out what she knows. Feel free to show her your brand of hospitality, but don’t kill her. I want her alive—for now.” His eyes slid to Irrik, then back to the guard. “When you’re done, find suitable accommodations for such an esteemed guest.”
His words were all courtesy, which was enough to convince me I wouldn’t be getting hospitality whatsoever.
Dyter told me of the king’s dungeons. Just the other day he’d told me how many people escaped them.
None.
Madeline’s blood had seeped across the ground and was nearly at the outer edge of my left boot. At last, she’d said—the girl who’d made me feel like a toddler with the wisdom in her eyes, wisdom I was convinced was forged from haunting experience. Was it so bad here that death like that was preferable? The girl had told me she was uncertain why she hadn’t given up, that it was just habit to live. She’d told me to do whatever was necessary to stay alive. To find my corner.
Yet she’d welcomed death in the end.
How long would it take me to become like her? Would I welcome it, too?
Jotun, the guard who murdered Madeline, crossed to me. His features were nondescript, from the muted color of his hair and eyes, to the color of his skin, neither light nor dark. His expression was blank deference to his master. He moved forward without a sound, despite the weapons he carried. He was one of the big guards, the ones close in size to Lord Irrik.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked.
The king laughed. “Oh, it’s no use talking to Jotun, girl.”
The guard grabbed my arm, his thick fingers circling my bicep in a loose grip. It was useless to fight him. I’d seen his earlier speed, and now I felt his strength.
For no other reason than in this dark room I knew him best of anyone, I lifted my eyes to the king’s Drae. His lip curled into a sneer, and I knew whatever “help” he’d offered was officially at an end.
I was on my own at seventeen. I’d wished for excitement, and it brought me this. My heart was broken, shattered. My chest was empty. I had no one.
I followed the soldier out of the king’s presence, past the rows of guards, and down an endless staircase. This one was damp with fewer torches. Small windows spaced farther apart and up out of reach offered the only light. The first rays of the morning sky penetrated through.
I stumbled, and only Jotun’s hold on my arm kept me from tumbling down the stairs. He said nothing as he yanked me upright.
“What are you going to do to me?” I whispered. Now that we were out of the throne room, my attention turned to what was coming next with exhausted acceptance. Maybe if I knew what to expect, I could prepare.
Jotun remained silent, and I couldn’t be sure if he was ignoring me or hadn’t heard.
Swallowing my pride and fear, I raised my voice and asked again, “What are you going to do to me?”
The guard didn’t stop walking. He didn’t turn to look at me. He didn’t even glance my way. He just continued propelling us forward with his grip on my arm.
The windows stopped as we descended, and the distance between the weak light of the torches grew. We reached a stone landing on the stairway, and an ear-splitting scream tore through the air. Stagnant, fetid air clung to me, pushing its rank odor into my lungs. A gust of cold rot blasted me as we passed an open doorway, and I instinctively reared back, bumping into the guard.
Jotun pushed me away, his grip on my arm tightening as he increased the distance between us with just the extension of his arm. I’d never met anyone so strong, aside from Lord Irrik.
We passed several wooden doors, all closed. From the gaps in the slats came muffled sobs or pleas for help. The sound of metal grinding came from behind one door, and a sharp scream was cut short by a wet gurgle.
So many doors, and behind at least three of them were people I knew, according to Irrik. Were they being tortured? Were any of them my friends? Dyter? Arnik? The thought of one of them being severed like Madeline made my knees weak, and I discovered I wasn’t as completely soul numb as I’d thought.
Maybe there was a fist of fight left in me.
My eyes were gritty and ached with the need to close. More than that, my mind begged for a chance to sort through what was happening. I needed to close my eyes for a few minutes, to fill in the hole in my heart that throbbed; every part of my mind, body, and soul yearned for a moment of peace. I wanted them to leave me alone.
“Please?” I begged, pulling on my captor, resisting him with all my meager strength. “Just give me a few minutes.”
But Jotun didn’t even deign to look my way, speeding up instead.
One look at his face, and the obvious futility dried up my pleas. His previously dull eyes were alight with anticipation that made my stomach roil.
Without breaking his stride, he flung me forward. My legs tangled, and I landed on my knees. The top layers of skin from my palms and knees disappeared into the rough stone floor, and I yelped as I rolled off the painful abrasions.