Tasting Drakness

Chapter 31

I rubbed my arms against the cold night air that drifted through the castle doors as I came downstairs. It was freezing tonight, and I worried for the phoenix since he was almost completely featherless and hoped he would be warm enough for the night. Voices in the mess hall made me cringe as I approached it, but I needed to eat something; I was beginning t o feel quite shaky. I couldn’t survive off toast of a morning alone.

I kept my head low as I made my way into the line, wishing I still had my hoodie to obscure my face. The smell of the food made me ravenous, and my stomach growled hungrily. The man in front of me turned and looked down at me before snarling and looking away. Retrieving a tray and plate, I made my way down the line only whenever I stopped at one of the stations the person stationed there would close the lids, not allowing me to retrieve anything.

I rolled my eyes and went to lift the lid off of the last one, not really caring at this point what it was. Only the moment I did, the demon stationed there slammed the piping hot lid on top o fmy hand and I felt his magic make the lid vibrate as he used his magic to turn the steel red as he forged heat into it. I cried out and tried to jerk my hand free, but he growled and pressed harder. The steel lid burned my flesh, and I could feel the bubbling of my skin.

“Traitor,” He sneered at me while I held back the tears that threatened to spill. I would not let him see me cry. Gritting my teeth, I jerked my hand out, bringing the ladle with me full of what looked like stew, and tossed it as his face. He shrieked loudly but fuck him. If I had my magic, I would have scorched the bastard alive and watched him burn for the shit they keep doing to me.  (This Novel Daily Latest Chapters provide it

that I would get my revenge and when it came that time these men would know who they fucked with. I had no idea when that would be, today tomorrow. Years down the track. However, when I came for them, they wanna beg because I would burn this place to the ground with

outline from the pot melted my skin and tore my flesh away when I jerked my hand out. I turned away t o leave when someone grabbed me by the back of my neck. I screamed and tried to fight back, but he was behind me as he dragged me nearer to bubbling stew. I clutched the sides of the bench as he tried to force my face into

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tout only for my face to press too close. The heat I could feel against my face when I threw my boiled hand back and connected with

He choked out, and I looked in horror at the person I tossed the soup at. It was Deacon, one of Zac’s friends. I quickly ran from the room as I heard chairs screeching and didn’t bother looking back as I ran for the stairs. Fuck, I knew it wouldn’t end well. But what

pain, and I rushed to the bathroom and turned the faucet on. Placing my burnt limb under the cool liquid. My hand looked like bubble wrap; the skin was

here, but what would I do with my phoenix? I needed to find a way t o get out of here and figured I would wait until he got better. If I carried him, it would slow me down, and if they caught me, they would surely kill him. So I needed to make sure he could fly on the off chance they did catch me. At least he could escape