Caleb moved amongst the cells, thrusting the flame forward as he peered into each of them. He paused outside of Lauren’s cell, his mouth twisted into a callous grin. “How do you like being back in the palace dear?”
Bitterness erupted through Aria, she didn’t like Lauren, not even a little, but she despised Caleb’s cruelty even more. He didn’t wait for an answer as he continued onward before stopping in front of her. The fire played over the planes of his face as he studied her with a malicious gleam in his eyes. She tilted her chin up and glared at him as his smile widened. His eyes roved leisurely over her body as he licked his lips. “Hello kitten,” he purred. “It seems as if big brother has arrived, and our time together is going to become truly pleasurable. I’m sure Braith is going to love watching.”
There was a loud inhalation from the cell beside her as the man’s hands appeared on the bars again. Keys jingled as Caleb pulled them from his pocket. Aria gulped heavily. They had already enjoyed tormenting her, but now was when they would truly begin to torture her in order to punish Braith.
Though she tried to fight it, a small tremor crept through her body. Her gaze darted frantically over the cell once more. Even with the illumination, she was well aware of the fact that there was still nothing of any use to her in here. Nothing she could use as a weapon, outside of herself.
Caleb pulled the door open. “I’m going to enjoy this. Big brother won’t, but I am going to enjoy every second of what I do to you.” Aria had no doubt about it. “Don’t make me come in there after you.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
Drudging up every bit of courage she had, Aria stepped from the cell. Caleb put the torch into a sconce and extended his fisted hands toward her. Her eyebrows knitted in confusion as he continued to grin at her. “Pick one.”
She’d played this game as a child, with her father and brothers, but she most certainly didn’t want to play it with Caleb. “Pick one!” he commanded when she didn’t immediately move.
“What happened to you?” The words just popped out of her mouth. She hadn’t meant to ask it, didn’t even think there was an answer for someone like him, but the question hung heavily in the air between them. She felt his rising impatience as he took a step closer, forcing her back as one of his fists pushed into her ribcage.
“Pick a hand or I’ll break both of yours,” he snarled. She felt like disobeying him just to show him that she wasn’t intimidated by him, but if she was to have any chance of defending herself against him she required her hands. Plus, she was intimidated by him, it was impossible not to be, the guy was nuttier than an oak tree. Swallowing heavily, she hit his right hand as swiftly and as scarcely as she could. He laughed as he shook his head and opened his empty right hand. “Wrong guess kitten. Try again.”
Aria somehow managed to keep her chin raised defiantly. The thought of touching him again caused her stomach to somersault, but concern for her life outweighed her revulsion as she brushed his other fist. His hand unfurled.
Aria was too aghast to move, too horrified to even breathe. In Caleb’s hand, glimmering and bright, was a simple golden chain. The kind of chain that blood slaves were forced to wear when they went into public, a chain that Braith had even put on her a couple of times. At least then she’d known that Braith would take it off of her. There was no guarantee that Caleb would do the same.
He was watching her with a calculated malice that made her realize he had no intention of ever removing the chain from her. His father’s blood was inside of her, but Braith’s blood would always be stronger within her, and if the king died she would be free again. She didn’t know if the chain came free if the owner was killed, or if it remained there permanently, but she wasn’t going to take the chance that she would have to wear it for the rest of her life. She’d rather die than have that constant reminder of Caleb.
There would be no waiting for the opportune time; there would be no trying to get her hands on a weapon. It had become apparent that now was the only time she would have to try and escape.
He dangled it before her, moving it back and forth like someone teasing a cat with string, and she suddenly understood his newfound, irritating, kitten reference. Caleb’s eyes gleamed; the torchlight caught his teeth, highlighting the canines that had extended into fangs already. No, Aria thought savagely. There was absolutely no way she was going to let this sadistic son of a bitch think he had broken her already, think he could make her cower, or allow him to put that thing on her.
Aria dropped her head in an attempt to hide the rage sizzling through her. “Give me your hand.”
Aria stuck out her right arm, trying to appear limp and weak as she kept her shoulders hunched and her knees loose. He was reaching for her, the golden chain dangling by his feet when she seized hold of his arm. He hadn’t expected the movement, nor had he expected her to roughly jerk him forward. While off balance, Aria lifted her knee and drove it into his groin with as much force as she could muster. She was glad her brother’s had taught her how to fight dirty as Caleb released a low grunt of pain, instinctively grabbed himself and hunched forward. Before he could recover she fisted her hands and slammed them into his back. A hollow echo resounded through the dungeon room as he fell to his knees.
She wasn’t going to give him even a moment to recover as she leaned back and delivered a solid roundhouse kick to the side of his face. His head snapped to the side with a loud crack. Aria didn’t hesitate as she turned and fled down the aisle of the filthy dungeon.
“Run Aria!” Mary screamed, the hysteria in her voice alerting her to the fact that Caleb was already starting to recover.
Aria hit the stairs, taking them two at a time as she ascended rapidly. She was dismayed to realize she was already breathing heavily and her heart was lumbering from the effort. The loss of blood, lack of food, and brutality she had endured had taken far more of a toll on her than she’d thought. A toll she was going to have to do her best to ignore if she were to have any chance of surviving this.
If Caleb got his hands on her now…
She shuddered at the thought and broke it off. Reaching the top of the stairs, she grabbed hold of the knob on the heavy metal door at the top and swung it shut. Even though Caleb had the keys, and for all she knew he could get through the door without the key, she was still reassured by the loud click of the lock as she slid it into place and spun away from the door.