Torn
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“You have a choice,” the prince said. “I let this human male go free and you submit to me. Or I hand him over to Breena completely and he won’t survive the night.”
That was no choice.
I couldn’t let Ren die. Even if he hated me, I couldn’t do that. The Order needed Ren. The world needed him to fight the fae and the ancients. I needed him alive.
Ren stirred, trying to shift forward, but he slumped over to the side. I caught him before he toppled over completely. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, but I knew I couldn’t allow any more harm to come to him. There had to be another option. I needed time.
Time.
We needed time.
An idea sprung to life, and I latched onto it like it was the only preserver in the ocean. If I could get Ren to safety and somehow negotiate time, I could hopefully figure a way out of this mess.
“How do I know you’re not lying? How will I know that you’ve let him go and he’s safe?”
“I give you my word.” Victory gleamed in his glacial eyes. “Once given, it is only breakable by death.”
That was true. I had no idea why the fae were bound by promises, but they could not go back on them. Not even a prince or a queen. “And you would promise to let him go immediately and harm him no more?”
“Yes.”
“Ivy, don’t. You can’t,” Ren groaned.
It pained me to ignore him, but I had to. “I need time.”
The prince cocked his head to the side.
“I need time to . . . to be with you.” I forced the words out as Ren tensed against me. “I can’t just do it. That’s not who I am.”
Drake’s eyes narrowed. “No—”
“All I’m asking for is time. If you don’t give it, and you hurt Ren further, I will find a way to end this, and you’ll be back to square one, looking for another halfling.”
His grip tightened on the chain, and I felt it around my neck. “How much time?”
“A month.”
“No. A week,” he countered.
That was not enough time for me to hopefully find a way out of this damn place. “Four weeks.”
“That’s a month.” The prince sighed. “Two weeks.”
“Three,” I shot back. “I need time to grow accustomed to this. To become comfortable.”
“You don’t need to be comfortable. You just need to let me plant my seed in you.”
I winced. “Yeah, okay. That’s why I need time, because you say stuff like that while I have a chain around my neck, and I just want to throw up in your face.”
The prince’s lip curled in disgust. “Revolting.”
“Exactly,” I spat. “I need time.”
“Son of a bitch,” Ren grunted, pulling against his chains. His eyes opened to thin slits and his cheeks were flushed with anger. “You’re not going to touch her.” Muscles popped in his arms and shoulders. “I’m going to fucking kill you. You sick son of a bitch, I will fucking end you.”
The prince shot Ren a dismissive glance. “Three weeks and you’ll submit to me?”
My stomach soured, but I nodded.
“Say it,” he ordered.
“Three weeks and I’ll . . . submit to you,” I gritted out.
The prince smiled, flashing bright white teeth that were shockingly sharp. “Deal.” He turned, calling out in a language I didn’t understand. The door opened, and one of the short-haired ancients stepped in the room. “He is to be released.”
“Wait. Promise me that you will cause him no further harm and free him, and that you will give me three weeks,” I demanded. “Promise that.”
A muscle flexed along his jaw.
My heart was pumping. “I need to hear you promise that.”
“Ivy . . .” Ren’s hands opened and closed fitfully.
“I promise that he will be released without any further harm, and I will give you three weeks, not a day longer, to grow accustomed,” Drake stated.
The band seemed to constrict around my neck as I whispered, “Deal.”
“No,” Ren exclaimed. “Ivy, you can’t—”
“It’s okay,” I told Ren, cupping his cheek. “I got this, okay? Trust me.” Before he could respond, I pressed my lips to his. “It’ll be okay,” I said.
Ren reached for me, but Drake yanked on the chain, and I had no choice but to stand and step back. Ren caught himself with his bound hands, and the pained expression on his face broke my heart into a million little pieces.
“Don’t do this,” he said, voice gravelly. “I’m not worth it. You can’t do . . . this.”
“You are worth it,” I told him. “I couldn’t live with myself if . . .” Pressing my lips together, I held his stricken gaze as Drake started out of the room. “I love you,” I stated. Walking backward, I kept my gaze trained on Ren’s face until he blurred, until all I heard was the rattling of his chains as he struggled to his feet. “No matter what, I love you.”
The ancient obscured my vision of Ren, but I heard him shout, “Don’t you fucking touch her. I will rip you into fucking pieces. Ivy, no!”
I took a shaky breath as the door was shut, muffling Ren’s threats, and a second later, my back was against the wall and the prince was leaning into me. Beside us, a human male whimpered on a cot.
The prince was in my face. “If you think to cheat me or trick me, I will do things to you that will make you beg for death, but I will withhold it from you until your hair turns gray and your skin wrinkles,” he said, his voice low and deadly calm. “And that is a promise I will not break. Do you understand me?”