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"Right," I said, somewhat unenthusiastically.
He went on as though I hadn't spoken. "Consider this a test of your loyalty. You might even manage to learn to shift." He glared at me as though my inability to turn myself into any other animal was my fault. Or that I wasn't trying hard enough.
The memory of the agony his training inflicted on me still made my stomach twist. Anything the witches ever did to me paled in comparison to the pain I thought might tear me in two.
At one point, when I was begging him to stop, I would have crawled on my knees to the Covener and his son. I would have happily sucked both their dicks just to end the pain.
And then Seth stopped it, too tired and frustrated to continue. Without a word, he left the room, leaving me lying on the floor in a ball of misery.
I stayed there for maybe an hour before I managed to drag myself to bed and sleep.
Seth greeted me at breakfast this morning as if nothing happened. I wanted to throw him off the nearest balcony.
Only the presence of Gwendolyn and other hemitheos and shifters kept me from doing it. There was no point in dying just to get back at Seth for trying to help me. Honestly, I suspected he knew I would never shift. He just enjoyed hearing me scream and cry.
I hated myself for doing it. I was a badass, but he'd turned me into a puddle.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, I told myself.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked.
He looked me up and down and for a moment I swear he was going to insist I fuck him. He even licked his lips.
Before I could tell him to fuck himself, he smiled.
"We found a place to set our trap." He grabbed my arm in a tight grip and pulled me toward the door.
I jerked my arm back. "I can walk," I hissed.
"Of course you can, but we need to put on a show. Do you think word won't get to him from here? If he thinks you're being mistreated, that will bring him out."
He opened the door and waved toward Gwendolyn's body. "Send someone to clean that up," he snapped to the guards outside the door.
One peered in and his eyes widened. "Um, yes, sir. Is she—"
"Dead? Yes." Seth tugged my arm and looked at me like I might be next. "Deal with her before she starts to smell."
"Yes, sir." The guards hurried into the room.
Seth flashed me a smile. "The Residence will know all about it within the hour." He seemed very pleased with himself.
"Yeah. Good news travels fast," I muttered. "Bad travels even faster." Whether the woman's death was a good thing or a bad thing was a matter of opinion.
"That's what I'm hoping for," Seth said. "They will have heard you screaming last night. No doubt they're all talking about it under their breaths to each other."
"Oh good," I said sarcastically. "They might have thought I was enjoying myself."
Seth looked surprised at that, then snorted softly. "Aren't you an interesting one?"
"Absolutely," I said. "For the record, extreme pain is not one of my kinks." Nor would I be telling him what was. Let him wonder about that.
"Shame," he said. "It's mine."
"I'm not surprised." He did seem to enjoy torturing me way too much. "Receiving or just giving?"
He smiled. "That's a conversation for later."
Fuck nope.
