SAMANTHA
Leslie was stunned.
I could see it in her eyes. The way they widened, the way her face went pale. She saw fire and anger in Jayce's gaze. The kind that did not forgive. The kind that burned. She realized that Jayce was not playing...then she began to beg.
Her voice was trembling and I could tell that her soul was shaking like a leaf.
"Mercy, please. Your Majesty. Mercy!"
His brothers just sat there. It seemed they were in support of Jayce teaching Leslie a lesson. Neither of them said a word nor did they try to stop him.
With those harsh words still hanging in the air, Jayce raised his foot again. He kicked her in the chest.Leslie skidded across the floor like a discarded rag. Her body slid past two rows of kneeling women. Her arms flopped and her dress shamefully rode up. No one cared to help her.
"Ou!" Leslie groaned.
She rolled toward me. Her body came to a stop at my feet. Her hair was messy, her face red and her chest was heaving.
I held the dildo and tried to move away, but myy legs would not cooperate. I was frozen, my knees were pressed into the floor.
Leslie's eyes found mine. They were filled with anger, hatred, madness and resentment. Something had broken inside her. Something that could not be fixed.
"This is all your fault, you maggot!" she screamed. Her voice echoed off the walls. "If it were not for you, Prince Jayce would not hate me!"
"How?" I asked. My voice came out confused. I had done nothing to her. I had never spoken to Jayce about her. I had never even looked at her when the princes were around.
"You are nothing but a filthy slug. You deserve to be hung on a pike. Drawn and quartered, even equally fed to the wolves."
"Huh?"
"You stupid girl. I will show you what I am made of. You have been trying my patience. Stealing my spotlight. Making the princes look at you instead of me."
Despite her wounded state, she gathered her strength. Her hands pushed against the floor and her body rose, springing up like a coiled snake.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
I was completely moved by surprise. My body would not react. My legs would not move. My arms would not raise. Everything felt slow. Like I was moving through water.
I failed to dodge in time.
Leslie grabbed me, her fingers locked around my dress. She began to tear at my dress and then I fell to the ground. The back of my head crashed against the tiles. Pain exploded in my vision. Stars danced across my eyes and white hot light flashed behind my lids.
I could not breathe.
Leslie, now acting like a mad woman, scrambled to her feet. Her eyes were wild, her hair flying all around. She looked around the room like a caged animal searching for a weapon.
She grabbed a stool nearby, her fingers wrapped around the wooden legs. She lifted it high above her head. Her arms trembled with the weight.
She prepared to smash it on my face.
She was running mad!
Panicking, I turned my face away. I covered my head with my hands. I curled into a ball, pressing myself against the floor. I waited for the impact.
"Move!" Cece screamed inside my head. "Shift! Fight! Do something!"
"I cannot!"
"She is going to kill us!"
"I know!"
"Then fight! Bite her! Scratch her! Anything!"
I was about to do something when I heard a crash. I suddenly opened my eyes.
Jayce had kicked the stool away. It flew across the room, spinning through the air, and clattered against the far wall. The sound was deafening.
Finnian and Darlington were beside me. Their hands were on my arms. Their grips were strong. They pulled me to my feet. They dragged me away from Leslie's mad assault. My feet stumbled beneath me. I was dizzy, trying to find my balance.
Cece was snarling inside my head. "Let me out. Let me bite her eyes out. Let me tear her throat. Let me show her what happens when someone touches what is ours."
"She tried to kill us! She almost smashed our face with a stool!"
"Later, Cece," I managed to say. "We will revenge when no one is watching. When we can do it quietly."
"I want blood."
"You will have blood. Just not today."
Cece growled but went quiet. I could feel her pacing restlessly.
My heart raced. I could hardly believe I had narrowly escaped such a dangerous situation. My head was pounding. My vision was blurry. My legs were shaking. The back of my skull throbbed where it had hit the tiles.
"Are you alright?" a voice asked. "Are you hurt?"
Darlington.
His soft voice pulled me back into reality. I blinked and looked at him. His golden eyes were filled with concern. His eyebrows were drawn together and his hands were wrapped around my left arm.
I shook my head. "I am fine."
"You are bleeding."
I touched the back of my head. My fingers came away red. That bitch made me bleed.
"It is nothing. Just a scratch."
"That is not nothing. You hit the floor hard."
I pulled my hand away. I looked at Finnian. His silver eyes were cold, but his grip on my right arm was surprisingly gentle. His face showed no emotion, but his jaw was tight.
"Thank you so much," I said. "Prince Darlington. Prince Finnian."
They did not let go.
I waited. They did not move.
Embarrassment crept up my neck. My cheeks grew warm. I tried to pull my hands away. Their grips tightened.
"Prince Dominic, Prince Clayton," I said, my voice sharper than I intended. "Could you let me go?"
They still did not let go.
At that moment, Jayce walked toward us. His face was dark and filled with anger. His eyes were blazing. His hands were curled into fists at his sides.
"Leave her alone!" he commanded.
His voice sounded jealous!! The kind of voice that made other wolves submit.
But Finnian and Darlington did not move. Their grip on my arms remained strong. They did not want to let go.
Jayce's anger flared, his face turned red and his eyes flashed. He looked like a jealous wolf trying to claim his property. His property that he would not claim. His property that he swore to torment.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" he roared. "Brothers! I chose her first!"