Sasha was not a hard creature to understand. This time, Rhyn couldn't figure out why the creature wanted a human so badly he'd bring her here yet didn't seem eager about her becoming his mate.
He retreated to his cell and sat against the wall again, troubled by a familiar feeling of helplessness.
He could've saved Andre. He had the magic, the strength.
He simply didn't have the control. His brothers didn't hate him just because of his lineage. They hated him because he couldn't focus his magic. It came out when it wanted in what form it wanted.
They'd always said he was a danger to the human world because of this. In the darkness of his cell, he admitted this was true, but he also knew no one could've saved his brother but him.
He hated Kris even more. Fury and sadness made him loosen control of his magic. He didn't care that Hell would suck him dry.
He slammed himself against the cell walls, roaring.
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"Still alive, Lunchmeat?"
She never thought she'd want to hear the monster's voice. Her world was one of agony and blurred colors. Someone had dumped her into a heap in her cell, and she felt Lankha's cool, fuzzy hands.
"He took too much," the healer chided.
She smelled her own blood. It covered her by the time he'd finished his sick games with her. Her heartbeat was shallow and fast; her head felt like it was in a clamp. He'd forced her to stay awake through it all despite her fainting spells, tearing open her veins and feeding until she was too weak to fight him.
He wanted her to fight him, to ratchet up the levels of agony. He got off on it as he dry humped her and sucked her life from her.
Rhyn made a racket in his cell. She wished, prayed he got free and ended her.
Lankha's cool magic worked quickly. He took away her pain first then shoved a water cube between her lips. It melted in her mouth and ran down her throat, soothing it after her screams had run it raw. The healer's soft hands took away her headache, then the throbbing in her neck, and worked on the other parts of her body until she felt whole again.
She was too weak to move. He gently removed the blood-soaked jumper and cleaned her. His touch was so soothing and cool, she vowed to give him whatever blood he wanted for taking away such pain. He tugged on another jumper and then lifted her onto the bed with strength that seemed at odds with his small form.