Fae Chronicles 01 - Fighting Destiny Read Online Free Page B

each word, “Hecate, keep her safe.” I felt hot angry tears push against my eyes again. "Exussum, Chandra," I said the word focusing as I pushed enough power into the words, drawing from the limited reserve I now had after pulling from dark magic.
    Smoke billowed from the body inches from my feet. And then flames erupted from her body and the ferociously awful smell of putrid flesh misted the air. I raised my eyes from Adam's comforting face to the Dark Princes and found him still watching me.
    Intense eyes met and held mine, a look of respect and awe entered them fleetingly before he turned to look at Adam. He waved the gun away with a magicians flourish and placed his wide hands on his hips and shook his head, as if he was trying to piece together why I’d killed her.
    I coughed and choked on the smoke billowing up from her body. Flesh burning is something you never get used to, no matter how many times you have smelled it before. The smoke burned my eyes causing water to rush from them.
    “That was…interesting,” Ryder said stepping up to face Adam who also hadn’t taken his eyes from me.
    “Mag's…” He whispered placing all his love into his voice.
    “Who is it you work for?” Ryder asked Adam.
    “Go to hell Fairy,” he growled still watching me.
    Ryder brought his fingers up to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration. Shaking his head, he turned and looked directly at me. His eyes taking in everything about me so slowly that I couldn’t miss his intentions. “Bring her down Ristan, place her on the bed.”
    I fought down the surge of panic that threatened to seize control of my brain with his words. He was Fae. He could seduce and feed on me until I told him everything . He could take away my mind and will with his skillful fingers, leaving a shell of who I had once been.
    The Demon moved closer, his oily magic slithering over my skin leaving me helpless against its deadly touch. The chains they had used must have been spelled with magic to keep me from escaping.
    Instead of undoing the chains, he released them from the hook leaving me locked inside their manacles and kept from using blood magic. I exhaled, accepting the fate that was to come with a surprising calmness I shouldn’t have felt.
    The bed looked more like an exam table, the same kind you would see inside a doctor’s office, with a simple white cloth draped over it. Like the room, the bed looked cold and sterile. Shivers raced to the fore, memories of another rape pushing against my temples, wanting to allow the fear I had locked up since I had been a child out to run rampant through my veins.
    As I was moved slowly, methodically to the table, I was looking around for anything I could use to get away from the Fae, but they’d taken precautions and placed everything inside the room out of reach of the table. Adam cried out, not from pain but from what was about to happen to me. I prayed he had the sense to look away and not watch what was about to happen.
    Being turned into a brainless sex induced corpse was not my preferred way to die…but it would be painless. When we reached the table, rough hands grabbed me from behind and swung me over it effortlessly as if I weighed no more than ten pounds.
    A deep timbre shivered against my supple flesh as it whispered against my ear, “Last chance Mag's ,” his fingers still bit into my soft flesh, refusing to leave my skin. They sent heat soaking into my bones, pooling in my core as molten lava. Fucking Fae.
    “Screw you,” I said trying to hide the fear I was feeling.
    I sat with my back to him. My legs clumsily draped half over the other side of the small table. My back was flush against the hard rippling planes of his chest, his heat entering my skin as surely as if I was siphoning it from his pores.
    "I intend to screw you and by the time I am done, you'll not only beg me for more, you'll tell me anything I want to know."
    A shiver licked my flesh sending small rivulets of sweat