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If I did have magic, there was no way of ever finding out without outing myself. If that happened, I wouldn’t have a head attached to my shoulders to understand my magic anyways. I turned down the main hall past the throne room. Crews were still inside, cleaning up after the feast. I entered, not wanting to go back to Gaelin’s chamber yet.
“Do you need an extra pair of hands?” I asked the other human servants inside.
They looked at me and laughed mockingly. “Go crawl back into your lord’s bed, whore. You’re no longer one of us. You’re a disgrace to our race,” a man said, spitting on the floor in front of me.
My smile fell as I backed away slowly from the group. The embarrassment and shame I felt when they looked at me was like a dagger to the gut. I didn’t choose this, but I could no longer say I didn’t enjoy it.
Gaelin had told me he loved me, and I had said it in return. Did I love him? I cared for him, but how could I ever truly love someone who kept me as a glorified pet? Our relationship could never be real. At least not in the way I needed. My job was simple. Keep him happy and keep myself safe while still trying to figure out how to get Lily out of that nightmare.
I went to the linen pantry at the end of the hall to gather fresh towels and herbs. As I exited, shutting the door behind me, I knocked into a cold broad figure. I looked up to see Erendrial Lyklor looking down at me with his striking, devilish grin. He slid one hand into his jacket, holding his position in front of me. I was blocked between him and the door behind me. I swallowed heavily, debating if I should scream or not. I dropped my eyes, playing like passive prey.
“What can I do for you, Ambassador Lyklor?” I asked softly.
He huffed in amusement. “First of all, never ask a male that question, you won’t like the answer or the results you’ll get from it. Second, my name is Erendrial, you may call me Eren if that is easier. Third, didn’t I tell you, you could look at me? I won’t report you, I promise,” he said sarcastically.
“And why should I trust you?” I snapped a bit too aggressively.
“A female with some fire...I like it. And honestly, you shouldn’t, but I will say you can if it makes you feel better.”
I ground my teeth together in annoyance. “Unless you need a clean towel, I really should be getting back to Lord Atros’s chambers.”
“Ah, right, so he can fuck you until his ego is sated.”
My eyes snapped up to him as I felt my heart slam against my chest in anger.
“Is that fury I see behind those eyes of yours, little one? It’s a good look on you.”
I pushed past him, trying with all my might to hold back my tongue.
“Aren’t you going to ask me how she is?” Erendrial said in a low tone.
I stopped dead in my tracks, turning back to him slowly. My breath quickened. Act like you don’t care, I thought. Put on a mask, don’t let him see. “And who should I be asking after?” I said, with my head higher than it should have been.
He smiled, walking to me casually. “Adorable Lilian Thomas of course. She’s the one you had your master asking after during his last visit, was she not?”
My heart dropped into my stomach. How did he know? Damn, he was clever, but what was he after?
“You’re not going to ask?” He said, shrugging as if it was nothing of importance. “Well, I will do you the courtesy of telling you anyway. She is doing well. She is regularly fed. We let her out to play with the other humans and bathe her occasionally when the stench starts to linger. Her little body is well cared for. Well sought after by the male alfar, I should say.”
“Do not—” I yelled, taking a step towards him, but stopping myself before I could sign my own death warrant.
He cocked his head in a predatory way with that devious smile stretched on his face. “Ah, so you do have some bite to you after all. I just have to strike the right chord.” His silver eyes roamed over my face for a brief moment. He leaned in, placing his lips close to my ear. “She has taken a lover, you know. Very seductive, the little human is.” He circled me as I stood grounded to the floor. I could feel my blood begin to boil. “His name is Zerrial. They fuck day and night. She’s quite the squealer, that one.”
“Stop talking about her like that,” I said, gritting my teeth.
He was taunting me, that was all. He was trying to get a rise out of me, and it was working.
He stopped in front of me with an eyebrow arched in amusement. “What? You don’t like the word fuck, is that it? Isn’t that what your master does to you whenever he feels like it?”
“No. It’s not—” I stopped myself, realizing he was goading me.
“It’s not what? Like that between the two of you? Would you rather I say making love? Isn’t that what humans call it? Sorry to be the bearer of bad news little one, but an alfar can’t experience love. We live too long, and we care too little. Believe whatever you need to, to get yourself through the encounters, but he does not love you…he can’t.”
I closed my eyes in an attempt to shut him out, holding the towels tightly against my chest, trying to calm myself. I heard him huff a small laugh before he walked around me down the hall. His words replayed through my head, then I heard his footsteps stop.
“Oh, and by the way,” he said, turning halfway back to me. “You have his eyes.” The corner of his mouth turned up.
My head went into a frenzy trying to make sense of his comment. “Whose? Whose eyes do I have?” I said too quickly.