From Slave To Queen (Athena and Michael) novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98

The problem is I don’t know where to go. The only thing I know is that I don’t want to fall into the hands of another one of thein. I want to find my own path. Realistically, that’s nowhere close to happening–Cassian is looking for me, and going to my family is not an option. Tim sure Rayag is the first place he’s watching. The hanshee camp is completely out of the question–something about them gives me chills. So maybe I should be clever and use my time here to gain all the skills I can, and then esc

“I think that’s enough for today.” Eleazar sheaths his weapon. “Let me walk you back to the tent. I’m sure you want a bath.”

I can feel the wrat sooking my neck and running between my breasts. Honestly, a bath sounds perfect right now–for both hygiene and my sore muscles. I walk to the table and set down the wooden sword, then join Eleazar with a small smile. He walks confidently, greeting his men, who don’t hesitate to throw me looks that range from wary to lewd. The torch flames that light the entire camp don’t help with my sweat–the fire is suffocating. The scars on my neck start to itch, and I bring my hands there and begin to rub, very aware that I’m reddening my skin. He doesn’t see an all affected by the heat or physical effort–1 suppose he’s used to it

“Do you miss it!” I ask, and when he doesn’t know what I mean, 1 add, “The sun”

For a mon

moment he seems surprised by my question, but quickly masks it with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I suppose I’d be lying if I said I didn’t he sighs. “I know that to you I’m no different from the Pure–understand that. But I’d ask you not to forget that many of us are just their victims. Before this, many of us had lives. Others were born like this, with no chance to be anything else

I bite my lower lip, unsure if it would be too much to keep asking. Still, something about him makes me feel like my curiosity won’t bother him.

“You were turned.” I choose my words carefully. “How old were you then!”

Twenty–six

“Three hundred and forty–two.”

I try to stifle a sound of astonishment–in vain. Eleazar bursts our laughing at my reaction. We stop when we reach the entrance of my tent, and i mill feel like there are many things I want to ask. Something of that must show on my face.

“What do you say we meet after your bath and eat with the others?”

“You mean with everyone!”

“n’ll be good for them to see you among them, I’ll help them relax in your presence.”

I’m not entirely convinced, but I nod. That pleases him. He gives me another one of his smiles, and with a small hand gesture, he says goodbye, letting me enter and clean up.

Inside, behind a folding semen, there’s a clawfoot bathtub already steaming I suppose that even though Eleazar doesn’t live in a gothic and glamorous castle like Cassian, he’s not lacking the power to give orders. I don’t even know when he asked for the bath to be prepared.

Without thinking much more, I rid myself of my clothes and plunge into the water, letting out a moan as the hot water kisses my limbs. I rest my head on the edge of the tub, relaxing for a moment before moving on to lather my body with the small piece of lavender–scented snap. The scent fills the air and mixed with the hot water, makes me feel too comfortable–almost drowsy.

The sudden sensation of suffocation is what jolts me awake. Something–or rather someone–wraps around my neck with iron strength. I kick beneath the water, and my hands shoot to the arm of my attacker, trying to pry him off. He grips tighter and cuts off my air,

Twon’t let some witch whores tricks dominate another vampire,” a man growls into my ear. “Maybe you bewitched that Vitalle idiot, but I won’t let you do theme to our leader”

The edges of my vision start to blacken as the air in my lungs runs out. I try with all my strength to get rid of him, breaking my nails against the leather on his arm. My hands fail me, falling limp at my sides. Shame over my nakedness has no place when life is slipping through my fingers. I feel something wet running down my check and it takes me a moment to realize they’re my tears.

“He’ll thank ane” my attacker says, lost in his own thoughts. “Right now, he can’t see the danger you pose”

Everything around me seems to be happening in slow motion–or maybe I’m the one moving clumsily. I look around hoping to find something I can use against him. The soap bar and brush mock me. There’s nothing to save me, and screaming is impossible. I open my mouth, seeking

His grip loosens slightly, but not enough. He’s still strong. My limbs are still, and I can’t move my hands. The world spins around me

“Fucking whore!

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Chapter 98

A grayish cloud floats in front of me and, as if it has a life of its own, enters my mouth. His grip around my neck finally loosens enough. I pull away, kneel in the nih, and gasp for air desperately. My head throbs like it’s being pounded with a hammer and the corners of my eyes are still wet with unshed tears I bring my hands to my neck to soothe the pressure and dare to look over my shoulder. There’s nothing. No one. I grip the edge of the tubs struggling to lean over far enough to see beyond it.

When I do, a rough weream gets caught in my throat.

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