Tasting Darkness

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Aleera POV

For three days, I have sat in this cell. Noone came except one man. He brought me a bottle of water and some bread, but that was it. Every morning, like clockwork. They hated me, but I didn’t care; the feeling was mutual. Yet despite my hatred for the men that killed my family, I didn’t think they would do this to me. Yes, I ran, but I had a good reason for not being with them. Did they honestly think I would go running into the arms of my parent’s murderers?

I should have chosen the werewolves. At least I wouldn’t suffer this misery. Stupid Aleera. I was fucking stupid for calling on them.

Hearing the steel door groan as it opens, I look over to see the man of the morning. He walked over, his back ramrod straight. He bends down, placing a metal plate on the ground that holds three slices of bread.

“Are you trying to anger them?” He asks, speaking for the first time in three days. It speaks! I thought dryly. I was beginning to wonder if he were mute and was waiting for him to bust out some miming, it would have been nice to have some entertainment. I ignore him, and he growls. He growled like some savage, making my head turn to glare at him.

If he weren’t one of my mate’s minions, I would appreciate the conversation, but since he was also helping hold me prisoner. I couldn’t care less about his words. He has brown hair to his shoulders and even darker pitch-black eyes. His scent told me he was a Were-Fae; he had Lycan blood running through his system. That and the black eyes were a dead giveaway.

They looked nearly as eerie as Darius, but nothing made my blood run colder than Darius’s demonic eyes. I blink at him before turning back to the wall that has captured my attention, and I continue to count the bricks on the wall; it has become some kind of game, that and counting the smears of blood.

eating will anger them, and if you don’t eat or drink soon, I will be forced to tell Darius,” he says. The man didn’t look that old, maybe in his late twenties around my mates’ ages. His tone clearly showed that he thought I was some naive girl who ran into trouble and was brought here on

you, so please eat. I don’t want to be responsible for your death. I have enough blood on

that sounds appealing. Bring on the grim reaper,” I

hurt you. Do you have any idea who they are, what Darius is capable

your name?” I ask

can she still not know?” I thought

me?” I ask, and he looks

ground, and I was almost tempted to drink it. I licked my cracked, dry lips, my tongue so dry it felt like sandpaper. My throat is raw, but if they intended to keep me here forever, I would rather starve to death and put myself out of my misery. I was

I could hold out a little longer, thirst will kill me quicker than starvation, and I guessed that if it were hot down here, dehydration would have killed me by now, but it turns out it is like an igloo down here, so it was taking a

telling Darius. I find it funny, is all,” I

you. No, they will

“Why is that worse?”

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