Jenna Black - Shadowspell

“So what you’re telling me is that if I, er, fulfilled my bargain with the Erlking, he’d become a Faeriewalker himself?” I asked, just to make sure I fully understood what Grace was telling me. I knew there was at least a slim possibility she was lying to me, but her words had the devastating ring of truth.

“Exactly,” Grace said, sounding incredibly self-satisfied. “And so would begin a reign of terror the likes of which the mortal world has never seen. Mab and Titania were similarly able to guess the Erlking’s intent, of course. He’d have a dramatic effect on the mortal world, but the Queens must be horrified at the idea of him absorbing a Faeriewalker’s ability to bring dangerous technology into Faerie. They’ll be even more eager to kill you now.” She made a mock pouty face. “Too bad they won’t get the chance.”

Yeah, that was a real shame. But I still wasn’t dead, and every word Grace spoke made me more and more certain that wasn’t a good thing. She touched her tongue to her upper lip, like she was literally savoring the taste of victory.

“I could kill you now, of course,” she said casually, moving the gun away from Ethan’s head and pointing it at me. I had the vague thought that I should take advantage of the fact that Ethan was no longer an inch from death, but I couldn’t imagine how. “But where would be the fun in that?” Grace continued, and Fred the Mountain Man laughed.

The gun moved back to Ethan’s head. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Fred rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

“Naturally, I don’t know the exact terms of your agreement with the Erlking,” Grace said. “But I can make some educated guesses. He released your boyfriend from the Wild Hunt, so he must have felt he’d completely ensured your cooperation. Which means he has to have put in place a stipulation that there will be unpleasant consequences if you were not to preserve your virginity for him.”

My stomach heaved as it dawned on me just what Grace was leading up to.

“He can’t kill anyone unless given permission by one of the Queens, so he can’t have controlled you with threats of killing your loved ones. I suppose he could have threatened to kill your brother, since he doesn’t belong to the Courts, but you don’t even know Connor, so I hardly think that threat would be potent enough.”

She turned and looked at Ethan. “But this one is a different story. This one still bears the Huntsman’s Mark. And I’ll wager if you were to lose your virginity to someone other than the Erlking, that would void your agreement and lover-boy here would be bound to the Hunt once again.”

I tried to shut off my emotions, my fear and my horror. I didn’t want to give Grace any evidence that she was right, plus I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. I failed miserably. My stomach heaved again, and this time I couldn’t get it under control. I puked up everything I had in my stomach, then followed that up with a few dry heaves.

“Disgusting creature,” Grace said, wrinkling her nose delicately. “Are you sure you want her, Fred?”

Fred laughed, the sound nasty and spiteful. “She’s not really my type, but for what you’re paying, I’m happy to make the supreme sacrifice.” I could hear just how much of a sacrifice he thought it would be.

I spit a few times, trying to get the foul taste out of my mouth, but it didn’t work. I sent Grace my most pathetic, pleading look, even though I knew it didn’t have a chance in hell of working.

“You don’t have to do this,” I said weakly. “It’s me you’re mad at, not Ethan. Just let him go. Please.”

I was giving Grace just what she wanted, and her cheeks flushed with pleasure. I clamped my jaws shut and resisted the urge to beg some more.

Heedless of the gun pointed at his head, Ethan struggled against the other man’s hold. I think at that point he’d have found it a mercy if Grace shot him, which was probably why she didn’t. He was too badly injured to have much hope of escaping, and his face was etched with pain.

Grace frowned at Ethan. “I don’t want you distracting me. I want to savor every moment of this.”

Instead of shooting him, she slammed the butt of the gun against Ethan’s wound. He screamed, then went limp. Grace’s half-Fae friend let Ethan’s body collapse to the floor, then planted a foot in Ethan’s back and pointed his gun at his head.

“I’ll keep him under control,” he told Grace. There was no emotion in his voice, like he didn’t care what was going to happen one way or another.

Grace turned her full attention to me, and if I’d had anything left in my stomach, I’d have hurled again. Fred grabbed me by one arm and yanked me to my feet with so much force I would have fallen down again if he hadn’t kept his hold on me. Then he slammed me into the wall, knocking all the breath out of my lungs. While I was still struggling to breathe, he grabbed my wrists and pulled them up above my head, pinning them to the wall with one big hand, his grip so hard I could feel my bones grinding together. Ethan yelled a protest, but injured and pinned to the floor as he was, he couldn’t help me.

No one could help me. Or Ethan. No one but the bad guys even knew we were here, and we weren’t anywhere near the more populated regions of the tunnel system. Fred was going to rape me, and in doing so bind Ethan to the Hunt once more. And then Grace was going to kill me.

Despite all my lessons with Keane, I knew my self-defense moves weren’t going to be enough against Fred. He was just too much bigger than me. The best I could hope to do was slow him down.

My terror was like a living creature writhing in my chest and belly. Tears streaked my cheeks, but I didn’t care about that, didn’t care about appearances, or how much satisfaction my pain and horror were giving Grace.

I knew now what hatred felt like. It was an ice-cold burning sensation in my gut. It was an enraged scream that clawed its way up my throat. It was a narrowing of my world until there was nothing that existed except me, the hatred, and its object. Fred put his hand on my breast and squeezed brutally hard. I felt it, and the human part of me cringed, but the hatred had taken charge, and Fred was barely worthy of its interest.

I turned my head to stare at Grace. Grace, who blamed me for every mistake she had made. Grace, who wasn’t satisfied to get her revenge by simply killing me, but who had to torture me and condemn Ethan.

I was in what could only be described as an altered state, and everything I did, I did from pure instinct.

I began to hum under my breath, just tuneless noise at first, but my fury searched out the angriest song I knew, and the hum turned into “O Fortuna” from Carmina Burana . Fred was dragging the bottom of my sweater up, but I ignored him, my entire being focused on the song I was humming so quietly no one could hear.

I felt the first prickle of magic almost immediately. I had no idea what I was going to do with it, seeing as I’d still never actually accomplished anything remotely like a spell before, but I had nothing better to try.

My utter lack of response to his groping had made Fred complacent, sure that I was completely beaten down and helpless. I could tell by the hard lump that swelled behind his zipper just how much he liked helpless.

Maybe I really was helpless. Maybe I still couldn’t get the magic to do anything useful. But I wasn’t going to lose everything without putting up one hell of a fight. The magic was still gathering, but I knew I could call more, and the more I called, the more powerful the hypothetical spell I could cast. Which meant I had to find a way to stall before Fred got around to the main event.

It was hard to hum and fight at the same time, but all those lessons with Keane had created a lot of muscle memory, the kind that worked with a minimum of conscious thought. Since Fred had gotten careless enough to leave me a little room to move, I managed to stomp down on his instep.