Someone unfastened the muzzle’s buckles and lowered the mouth shield.
Must be Olessa’s pet fey.
But I don’t smell her burnt olive oil scent. He’s…alone? Whate’er. I don’t wanna look at him. He’s with her. He belongs to her. He—
Someone touched the corner of his eye with one fingertip.
Don’t hurt me.
Please don’t hurt me.
His finger trailed downward, following a tear path.
Robin opened his eyes and glared at the blond fey.
Isellta startled and quickly lowered his hand as if he’d been caught doing something wrong.
“What do you want, fey?”
“I. I don’t know.”
“Well, then. Get lost!”
His mouth curved in a hurt line.
“You hear me all right? Get out of here! Leave me alone!”
Isellta flattened his wings against his back. He raised the mouth guard.
“No. Please. Please don’t! Isellta, don’t—”
Isellta buckled the mouth guard and buckled the muzzle. He gave the vampire a sorrowful look before leaving the cell.
Could she really have forced him into doin’ it four times?
Is Preyuna really that kind of a woman?
” You don’t have a clue what that poor kid’s been through. What Preyuna’s done to him…Preyuna. She’s done things to him…Bad things….Preyuna made him sick.”
Robin ran up the stairs.
I’ll kill her.
If she’s hurt him like that, I’ll bloody kill her!
He ran up to his room, grabbed his phone, turned it back on, and called Jay.
Jay parked his car in the hospital’s parking lot. He pulled out his phone and called Robin.
Jay sighed and shut his phone off..
I’ll try again later.
He got out of the car and headed towards the hospital.
Robin ended the call and tried again.
It went straight to voice mail.
“Jay? It’s me. Robin. I thought ’bout the stuff you told me and I wanna know. I need to know. Preyuna…Did she…You told me he slept with her four times, right? Well, I wanna know if he did it willingly. Call me back. Let me know. I need to know. Please. Tell me. You got my number. Call me. Please call me.”
He ended the call.
Preyuna woke from a bad dream. She opened her eyes and found that she was all alone.
She sat up.
She wasn’t alone.
Mark Caten sat at her vanity with the vanity lights on.
She could tell by his posture that he was busy drawing something.
I could take advantage of this peaceful moment and go back to sleep.
But I’m curious.
She got out of bed and padded over to him. “Mark?” She wrapped her arms around his neck.
He jerked his body as if he were trying to shrug her off. “Busy. Go.”
“Can I see?”
“Not now. When I’m finished.”
She kissed the side of his head. “Then, let me know when you’re finished.” She released her hold on his neck and straightened up.
He barely seemed to notice.
I love this side of him. So busy. So focused. So creative.
I wish this was the only side to him, but it isn’t.
He has that other side. That twisted, cruel ugliness I hate and loathe.
The side that makes me long for his death.
“I want you to draw another picture of me.”
He lowered his pencil and looked up at her. His eyes were in a creative haze. His mind surely filled with precise lines and curves and creating twelve thousand small details. “What?”
She knelt beside him. “Draw me.”
Mark Caten blinked and his eyes finally focused on her. He smirked. “Don’t worry, cupcake. I’ll draw you as soon as I finish this one.”
“Stay right where you are.”
He returned to his drawing and his mind shut down on her, focusing only on lines. So many lines to draw.
She watched his expression.
If only he could be just this man…
I could easily care about this man who draws such perfect lines.