Tasting Drakness

Chapter 10

Darius watches my face for a second, and I swallow as his eyes run down my body and to my lap, making me shift uncomfortably. He growls; the noise makes goosebumps cover me as he towers over me.

“Lycus, go get her some clothes. Kalen, go grab her a shirt until Lycus comes back so she can shower,” Darius says before pushing off the bed away from me. Lycus nods to him before walking out, and so does Kalen, leaving me with Darius and Tobias.

“You attend every class. Someone will pick you up from your room of a morning to take you down to the mess hall, which is where all meals are for those that live here.”

“Where am I?” I ask before I can stop myself. Darius didn’t like being talked over as he took a deep breath, and I watched his hand’s fist at his sides before looking down.

“Meals are in the mess hall. I will have some books sent in here; under no circumstances are you to tell anyone here you are our mate. If you do, you will wish you were in the cells, am I clear.”

“Crystal,” I tell him.

“Also,” Tobias says, stepping closer to the bed and moving to stand beside Darius.

and if you can behave and do as you’re told, you will have

I go near Kalen?” I asked, confused. He appeared t o be the only

do as we ask. It isn’t up for discussion, “Tobias says just as Kalen walks back into the room. He has a folded shirt in his hands, and he places it on

Kalen, who turns around when Tobias touches his shoulder, nodding toward the door. Kalen leaves. He looked like he wanted to say something but kept it t

rest of us do; just remember that,” He says before walking out and closing the door behind him. I hear the lock click in place, so I don’t even bother checking it

shower sounds excellent. I hadn’t had a hot shower in god knows how long, usually washing in lakes or streams. It wasn’t the same. You never really felt clean with only cold water, and I was lucky to find soap when I could. I suppose that’s what happens when you leave the Fae community and are

a colossal bath that could easily fit five people in it comfortably that sat in the middle of the room. A toilet was

towel on the basin before looking at myself in the mirror. I looked different from what I remembered. My face had changed; it was slimmer. I didn’t look like the same eighteen-year-old girl when I left the boarding school. Now I look older, drained of life. I was skinnier, my hair dull and lifeless. It was so much longer

door opens leading to the other room, and

in the niches, spare toothbrush,” He walks over before bending down and opening the cupboards under the sink

out and a

man. He nods, and I hear talking in the room he just walked in