A Kingdom of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 3)

I let the air leak out of me for a moment. He’d used those words—“nice night”—a few times. From what I could gather, the guy was essentially passed around. The orgies here didn’t sound as uncontrolled as the ones at Nyfain’s castle, but Jedrek would have anywhere from one to multiple partners in one night. He wasn’t with more than one at a time, it didn’t sound like, but he still dipped his wick in more than one candle.

And he thought it was fucking awesome. Just like in the pub in the village back home, he was happy to participate in the shenanigans. He even boasted about not needing sexy magic.

He’d turned out to be a great favorite. His ego had gone through the roof, especially since I was still down here, dirty and bloody and using a bucket for a toilet.

“We have different interpretations of what constitutes a nice night,” I said dryly. “Have you thought about what I’ve said?”

“What, about making maps and spying on them?” He snorted. “Why, so I can end up like you? The only reason I am sitting in this goddess-ignored cell is to improve your spirits. They want you to attend one of the upcoming parties—without making trouble. I told them it was a fool’s errand. All you do is make trouble. You always have.”

“Then why do you want me?”

“Everyone wants you. Even the demons want you. Despite your many faults, you’re a looker. I intend to have you.”

“Fine, but do you intend to stay here forever? Because if you don’t make maps and help me find a way out, we’re going to die here.”

“The demon king will release us once he gets what he wants.” Jedrek smoothed his hair, though what good he thought that would do, I didn’t know.

“Jedrek,” I said, somewhere between amused and incredibly frustrated. “What is it you think he wants?”

“What he was promised. My firstborn.”

Frustration won out. “Are you stupid or something? Let’s forget the fact that you are offering your child to a horrible demon. What the fuck would he want with a kid? He just steals whatever he wants. Which are adults, Jedrek. Dragon adults. Faerie adults. Shifter adults. He doesn’t want a kid, and he’s never going to let us go. He’s going to try to break me, use me to hurt Nyfain, then kill me. Neither of us are getting out of here. Eventually you’ll be used up, and then you’ll be killed. You need to give me information so I can get us out of here.”

“And do what?” he scoffed. “Go back to that hovel of a village? That golden dragon’s kingdom is faltering. It’s gone. He’s not even golden anymore, and I heard he can’t fly. Some dragon prince. There’s nothing to go back to.”

“Fine, then go to one of the other shifter kingdoms. Anywhere, Jedrek. Go literally anywhere else, where you will be free instead of being stuck in this nasty dungeon.”

“I wouldn’t be brought down to this nasty dungeon if it wasn’t for you.”

“Oh goddess help me, I can’t—”

“Give up,” a woman called. “He does not want to see the truth of his situation. I’ve known a few like him. All wolves, so maybe he is one.” Her tone held disgust. “If his kind see the truth, they’ll break. It’s nicer for them if they live in their fantasies.”

“Too bad he’s trapping me in his fantasies with him,” I mumbled, trying to think of another way to get through to him. He was in a prime spot to give me information. They didn’t fear him. He was allowed to go places I couldn’t, with hardly any guards. I needed him to get information.

Just kill him and be done with it, my dragon thought in annoyance. Who knows how long we’ll be stuck in this pit of shit? We don’t need to make it worse with him. Just, like…blame it on the torturers. I’m sure they’ve killed a few people.

I somehow doubt anyone will think the torturers killed him when they haven’t once looked in his direction. Especially if his blood is all over me.

Some risks are worth taking, she replied.

Boots scraped against the steps, and I sighed and closed my eyes. Damn it all, the guards were coming. Their shoes had a different sound on those steps than the officers’ did.

They came to take people for the demons. Shame fucking, basically, but at least Hadriel and the others had been allowed to skip the parties.

Though they kept to themselves for the most part, I knew the prisoners weren’t happy to go, regardless of what they felt at the actual parties. I wanted to comfort them but didn’t know how. It made me nostalgic for Hadriel, who had an easy way about him that had made life brighter for everyone at Nyfain’s castle. He’d been my jester, and if anyone in this place would actually talk to me for more than a few moments, I could try to be theirs.