Аманда Хокинг - Torn

“Exactly.” He shook his head. “And that’s why our marriage didn’t work. I wanted you. She gave you away.”

There was a twist to his words, some sort of flawed logic I couldn’t quite pinpoint.

But I felt myself surprisingly moved by him, even if I didn’t entirely believe him. That was the first time any of my parents, host or real, had ever said they wanted me.

“Do I…” I said, refusing to let myself be overcome by emotion. “Do I have any siblings?”

Oren and Sara exchanged a look I couldn’t read, and Sara stared down at her hands folded in her lap. She was the opposite of Elora in almost every way.

Physically they were strikingly similar with long black hair and beautiful dark eyes, but that’s where the parallels ended. Sara spoke little, but conveyed a warmth and submissive nature that Elora would be incapable of.

“No. I have no other children, and Sara has no children at all,” Oren said.

This fact seemed to sadden Sara further, so I had a feeling the lack of children had not been her choice.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“She’s infertile,” Oren announced without provocation, and Sara’s cheeks reddened.

“Um… I’m sorry. I’m sure it’s not her fault,” I fumbled.

“No, it’s not,” Oren agreed heartily. “It’s the curse.”

“Pardon?” I asked, hoping I’d misheard him.

I didn’t think I could take any more of the supernatural. Trolls and abilities were enough without adding curses on top of it.

“Legend has it that a spurned witch cursed the Vittra after we stole her child for a changeling.” He shook his head as if he didn’t believe it, which gave me some relief. “I don’t give much thought to that. It is all part of the same thing that gives us abilities, the thing that we’re descended from.”

“What is?” I asked.

“We’re all trolls. The Vittra, the Trylle, you, me, Sara. All of us are trolls.” He gestured around. “And you’ve seen the trolls that live around here, the ones that look like hobgoblins?”

“You mean Ludlow?”

“Exactly. They’re trolls, Vittra, the same as you and me,” Oren explained. “But they’re an abnormality that only seems to plague our colony.”

“I don’t understand. Where do they come from?”

“Us.” He said it as if it made sense, and I shook my head. “Infertility runs rampant among us, and of the few births we have, over half of them are born as hobgoblins.”

“You mean…” I wrinkled my nose, feeling a bit grossed out. “Vittra like you and Sara give birth to trolls like Ludlow?”

“Precisely,” Oren said.

“That’s actually kinda creepy,” I said, and Oren wagged his head like he didn’t entirely disagree.

“It’s a curse of our longevity, not a bitter old woman’s spell, but here we are,” he sighed and smiled. “You, obviously, are far lovelier than anything we could’ve hoped for.”

“You can’t imagine how pleased we are to have you with us,” Sara agreed.

Looking at her hopeful face, it finally dawned on me. I understood why the Vittra had been coming after me so aggressively and so relentlessly. They didn’t have a choice. I was their only hope.

“You didn’t marry Elora to unite your people,” I said, eyeing Oren up. “You did it because you couldn’t have kids. You needed an heir to the throne.”

“You are my daughter.” He raised his voice, not so he was shouting, but enough to make it boom through the room. “Elora has no more right to you than I do. And you will stay here because you are the Princess, and it is your duty.”

“Oren. Your Majesty,” Sara said, imploring him. “She has been through a tremendous amount today. She needs to rest and recuperate. It’s impossible to have a reasonable conversation when she hasn’t fully healed.”

“Why hasn’t she fully healed?” Oren gave her an icy glare, and she lowered her gaze.

“I did everything I could for her,” Sara said quietly. “And it was not my fault she was injured in the first place.”

“If Loki could keep the damn trackers in line,” Oren growled. His temper, which I had sensed lying dormant just below the surface before, flared up.

“Loki did you a favor, Your Majesty,” Sara argued politely. “This is far beyond what his title dictates. If he hadn’t been there, I’m certain things would’ve gone much worse.”

“I’m done arguing with you about that idiot,” he said. “If the Princess needs to rest, then show her to room and leave me be.”

“Thank you, Sire.” Sara stood up, doing a curtsey to him, and turned her attention to me. “Come, Princess. I’ll show you to your room.”

I wanted to protest, but I knew this wasn’t the best time. Oren was ready to strike out against someone simply because he could, and I didn’t want to give him any reason for it to be me.

Once we left the King’s chambers and the doors were safely shut behind me, Sara began making apologies for him. All of this had been so trying on him. He’d spent nearly eighteen years trying to reach me, and Elora had made it as hard on him as she could. It had all come to a head tonight.

Sara wanted me to believe that he wasn’t always this way, but I had a feeling that couldn’t be further from the truth. Oren had given me the impression that this was him in a good mood.

When we reached a room nearer to hers, Sara let me in. It was a smaller, less furnished version of hers. She expressed regret for a lack of clothing, so their home wasn’t stocked the way Förening had been for me. Not that I minded.

Clothing and accommodations weren’t my priority.

“You don’t really expect me to stay here, do you?” I asked. She went about my room, turning on the lights and showing me where things were. “Not when my friends are being held prisoner in the dungeon.”

“I expect that you don’t have a choice,” Sara said carefully. Her words didn’t carry the same threat as Oren’s. Rather, she was stating a fact.

“You have to help me.” I went over to her, appealing to her obvious maternal instinct. “They’re down there without food or water. I can’t let them stay that way.”

“I can assure you that they are safe and will be taken care of.” She met my eyes, impressing upon me that she told the truth. “As long as you are here, they will be fed and clothed.”

“That’s not good enough.” I shook my head. “They don’t have a bed or a bathroom.” I didn’t mention that Rhys couldn’t sit, and I had no clue how to break the spell I’d accidentally put him under.

“I am sorry,” Sara said sincerely. “I can promise you that I will check on them myself to ensure they are being properly cared for, but that’s the best I can do.”

“Can’t you put them in another room or something? Lock them in a spare bedroom.” I wasn’t thrilled about them being captive no matter what, but getting them out of the dungeon would be a step in the right direction.

“Oren would never allow it.” She shook her head. “It’d pose too great a risk. I’m sorry.” She looked helplessly at me, and I realized that was the best I could get from her. “I’ll go to get you some appropriate clothing to sleep in.”

I sighed and sat on the bed. Once she left, I let my body sag from exhaustion. I’d barely slept in over twenty-four hours, and I’d been on an emotional rollercoaster the entire time.

But as tired as I was, I knew I couldn’t sleep. Not until I knew that Matt and Rhys were somewhere safe.

It’s not as if I had a plan or even knew where I was going. Sara had come back with clothes for me - yoga pants and a tank top, both in black. I changed because sneaking around in a dress didn’t sound like much fun, and then I crept out into the hall.