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The truth was that I’d come up with nothing. I had no idea where I was or how to get from his world to my own. That made plotting an escape damn near impossible. And then there was the matter of this bargain. Even if I could get out of here, what would stop him from tracking me down? Or going after Channing? I was stuck. For now.
I should let him think he won. Maybe he’d let his own guard down, let something slip. But I refused to act broken. “Do you really think I would tell you?”
I snatched up my fork and speared a sausage. But I didn’t take a bite.
“So, you claim that you aren’t pixies or garden gnomes,” I mused out loud.
Roark, who’d just taken an unfortunately timed drink of coffee, spit it across the table. Gage frowned at the mess. With a wave of his hand, it vanished. “I thought we cleared that misapprehension up yesterday.”
“Fucking gnomes?” Laughter choked Roark’s voice.
“We didn’t clear up anything.” I brandished my fork at Gage. I still hadn’t touched a bite. “You told me you were fae, which means jack shit to me. I’m just going off what I’ve seen in fairy tales.”
His knife clattered to the table, a half-buttered scone forgotten on his plate. “Fae existed long before human stories. Our world was civilized millennia before yours—”
“You expect me to believe that?” I interrupted him.
“No.” His mouth twisted. “I do not, considering that you’ve seen the truth with your own eyes and you’re still acting like a brat.”
A brat? I smiled widely at him. He had no idea. “I’m just trying to understand what you are and where I am and why the hell I never knew about any of this.”
“Why?” Gage’s eyes narrowed.
“Speed up the Stockholm syndrome?” I shrugged at his annoyed expression.
Roark barely covered a laugh with his hand, but Gage’s gaze remained pinned on me.
“One question,” he said finally.
I lifted a brow.
“You may ask one thing about us or our world,” he said in a tight voice. It sounded like he was begrudgingly offering a kidney, not agreeing to something as simple as answering a question.
But I had gotten the short end of the stick with this bargain, so I shook my head. “Two.”
“Two?” Gage repeated. “Are you negotiating?” He cursed under his breath.
“Would you rather I remain confused on the difference between a fae and a gnome?” I asked with mock sweetness.
He grimaced as he picked up his scone. “Fine. Two.”
“What are fae, exactly?” I asked before he changed his mind and threw me back in my room.
“A species,” he said dryly.
“That’s not really an answer.”
“A magical species.” He sighed when I continued to stare. “How would you explain being human?”
Damn, he had me there. I studied the sausage on the end of my fork. “So, you’re a magical species, but so far all I’ve seen you do is snap and move from place to place. Is that as far as your magic goes?”
“Pray that you never find out everything we can do, princess.” The predatory smile that oozed across his face sent my pulse racing, my entire body tensing at the implied threat. “That was two questions. Happy?”
He hadn’t really explained anything, but I found myself nodding anyway. Sooner or later, I would find someone willing to talk to me. For now, I zeroed in on Roark, pointing my sausage in the direction of his phone. “Does that actually work down here?”
“Hoping to call for help?” Gage guessed.
I ignored him. “My phone died. I couldn’t charge it.”