The Rev chuckled. “Not nearly as giving as I thought you were.”
“How about we make a deal?” I said to Poppy, easing my fingers from her braid. I drew them down the thick length of her hair. “Whoever gets to him first, gets the honor.”
“Deal,” she said.
“Threats are unnecessary,” came the voice I loathed most of all.
The Handmaiden stepped aside as the Blood Queen emerged from the shadows. My eyes narrowed at the sight of her, her body swathed in white. I pulled Poppy closer. I would’ve tucked her inside my damn body if I could have.
“And they are also pointless,” Isbeth continued. “None of you, not even my dear daughter, can kill my Revenants. Your draken remain with your armies—well, whatever is left of them.”
Poppy flinched, and the sight of that, the knowledge of the blow the Blood Queen had landed, nearly sent me straight to the edge again. Rage pooled in my empty gut.
“Fuck you,” I spat.
“Charming,” Isbeth replied.
As the Blood Queen and I locked stares, it occurred to me that they must not know that Poppy had brought a draken with her. Isbeth knew Kieran. She never would’ve met this Reaver. That alone should have raised suspicions…unless she had no knowledge that they could take mortal form—or she simply underestimated Poppy that much.
Very, very foolish of her.
I ducked my chin, hiding my smile against Poppy’s cheek.
She must’ve felt the rise of my lips because she turned her head back to mine, seeking the smile. Her mouth closed over mine in a kiss that wasn’t tentative or innocent. It was one of strength. Of love. And the taste of her mouth shook every part of me. I didn’t even know until then that only a kiss could do that.
Poppy lifted her head. “He needs to feed,” she said, hands clasping my cheeks. “And he needs food and fresh, clean water.” She paused as I tensed. Her gaze flicked to the hip bath, and her chest rose with a sharp inhale. “To drink.”
To drink.
Not to bathe.
She knew. Somehow, she’d figured it out. Or Kieran had told her. Probably Kieran, but still, she remembered.
“He has been given all those things,” the Blood Queen answered. “And as you can see, he has made no use of all that fresh water provided to him.”
Her eyes closed briefly. “He has only been given enough to survive. He needs food. Real food. And he needs—”
“Blood. Which he has also been provided. If he hadn’t, you wouldn’t be sitting in his lap right now. You’d be lying there with your throat torn open,” Isbeth stated.
What she’d said was blunt. Cruel. But it was the truth. What little they’d given me had pushed me to the edge. But without it? I would be gone.
Poppy moved her hand down, bringing her wrist close to my mouth. Even in the faint light, I saw the pale blue veins under her skin. My lips parted. Muscles tensed painfully—
“I did not give you permission to bleed for him.” The Blood Queen’s voice was closer, but I couldn’t look away from that vein.
“I don’t need your permission,” Poppy spat.
“I would have to disagree.”
Poppy’s head cut in her direction. “Try and stop me.”
There was a beat of silence. “And what? You bring this stone down on my head as you promised? If so, you will bring it down on all of us.”
“So be it,” Poppy hissed.
“She’ll do it,” I said, curling my right hand around her arm, forcing my eyes away from her wrist. “And I kind of want to see her do it.”
Isbeth’s lip curled. “You would want something so idiotic.”
I smiled at her.
“Whatever.” Isbeth threw up a hand. “Feed him and get it over with. This whole scene is tiresome.”
Poppy twisted back to me, folding her hand around the nape of my neck. “Feed.”
My gaze dropped to that vein again. I hesitated, even as my stomach clenched. Her blood…it was powerful, and she’d pulled me back from the edge before. But she needed her strength. I didn’t know if she had learned if she needed to feed or not, and I wasn’t about to ask that in our present company. I wouldn’t risk her well-being.
I lowered my mouth to her wrist, dropping a kiss to that vein as I braced myself against the surge of need and hunger that rose. I didn’t block the pain. I quieted it, knowing she would search for it. “I don’t need to feed.”
“Yes, you do.” Poppy dipped her head. “You need blood.”
“Your touch…it pulled me back. That was enough.” I lowered her wrist.
Her breath snagged. “Cas—”
I groaned, feeling the sound of my name in a way she would likely find highly inappropriate given the situation. “It’s better that I don’t.”
Poppy’s brows creased with frustration. “Then food. I want food brought in. Now.”
“Food will be brought to him,” Callum answered, and it took everything in me not to laugh. Stale bread? Moldy cheese. Yeah, food.