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Willow ignored her and scrambled off the edge. A sharp hiss left her lips, and pain shot through her stomach, but she backed away from Maeve with her hands held up to ward her off.
“Willow!” Maeve called softly. She moved around the bed, and a frightened cry flew from Willow’s mouth.
Willow watched Maeve carefully as she spotted a window and began sidestepping towards it.
“Stop,” Maeve ordered.
Willow blinked as numerous things happened at once.
The door was thrown loudly open, and a towering man entered with a dark scowl. Her gaze landed on some windows finally just as the curtains slammed shut. But not before Willow caught sight of a dark, starlit night with a bright moon.
What stunned her was the twisting towers of what appeared to be a sprawling castle. Or she hoped there was a castle because she could see several spiralling towers. And finally, her legs gave way as her strength waned, and she slumped to the ground.
“Maeve, what the hell is she doing out of bed?” the man growled, and Willow’s head snapped up.
Despite her confusion, there was something familiar about that angry tone.
“Poseidon?” Willow murmured.
She focused solely on the guy in front of her. She’d seen Poseidon as a handsome merman with an emerald green glittering tail, long blond hair, and strong features. Then she’d seen him as a monster, with a fish face and tentacle, and now… was he a human?
“Do I appear a God?” the man snapped.
“You sound like him,” she murmured, her eyes closed.
Something damned strange was happening, and she longed to understand but didn’t have the energy.
“I agreed she could stay if you kept her quiet and malleable. If she is fit enough to get up, she can return to her yacht,” Jase snapped.
“Jase, shut up. The girl’s rightfully frightened and worried. She’s still hurt, and I think she has pulled some of her injuries.”
“Then she should have stayed in bed,” Jase snarled, and Willow opened her eyes.
“Someone tell me what is happening. Because I know you’re Poseidon,” Willow demanded, but her voice broke, and her demand came out wispy.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” Jase cursed and strode over to where Willow sat on the ground.
Willow flinched, but he picked her up, and she noted how he did so carefully and carried her to the bed. Maeve yanked the covers back, and Jase placed her inside them.
Willow stared at the towering stranger and the beautiful woman.
“I’m unsure what’s happening, but something is. And I know you’re Poseidon. You look and sound different. But that level of hatred and contempt in your voices is identical. I will find out what you are hiding,” Willow promised as sleep wafted over her. She struggled to stay awake, but she last heard Jase exploding.
“I warned you all she was a danger. We need to place her back on her boat and cut her off,” Jase roared.
Willow cursed silently as she realised she’d still not discovered where she was.
???
The next time Willow opened her eyes, Maeve was gone, but a man sat by her bed reading. Her gaze widened as the devastatingly handsome guy with piercing blue eyes looked up and held hers captive. A hand brushed a few dark brown locks away from his face, and a small smile crossed his lips.
“Hello, Willow. It’s nice to see you back with us,” he said, and his voice was smooth and rich.
“Are you my next jailor?” Willow demanded.
The guy smirked. “My name is Vladimir, and this is my home. You are a guest here, or believe me, you would be in my dungeons. Do you need any pain relief?”
Willow eyed him suspiciously. “I’m okay, and there’s no pain, just a slight discomfort.”
