Hadriel’s eyes narrowed slightly. “And that keeps him out of the dungeon? Gives him a bit of freedom?”
“Don’t go that route, Hadriel,” I said, worried. “It isn’t any way to live.”
He frowned at me. “Love, I beg your pardon, but which of us has been trapped in a nightmare sex castle these last sixteen years, you or me? I am well versed on what is, and is not, living.”
“Turn around,” the first officer barked. “No pleasure shot for you.”
Hadriel spat out laughter and then wiped it off my face. “Sorry. Fucking Leala, she’s my hero. Anyway, freedom is what we’re after, right? I will shame-fuck my way through this whole castle, I do not give two shits. Gay, straight? Don’t care. I’ll be whoever they want me to be so that I can get us what we need. My brain is already stocked with nightmares—what’s a few more? Cheers!”
He raised his hand, glanced around, and then scowled at Micah looking down the way at us.
“Fuck, that dragon is big,” Hadriel murmured. “He’d give the master a run for his money. Also, I’ve overused the word ‘fuck’ on this trip. It’s a problem. I need something new. Anyway—”
The whip struck out, slicing into Hannon. He staggered back a few places before bending slightly, catching his breath. In a moment, he straightened back up with obvious effort and stepped forward again.
“Yes,” the first officer said, his eyes shining. My heart fell. “Yes, he can stay. Find him a cell. The others—put them upstairs.”
“Okay, love. Gotta go.” Hadriel paused and then dug in the side of his shoe. “Almost forgot. This might’ve gotten a little wet, but it should still be readable. He had to be careful what was said in case I got searched, but…well…”
He handed me a folded bit of dirty, crinkled paper. Through a wet spot, I could see familiar scrawl.
My heart started to race. Nyfain had written me a letter.
I quickly grabbed and stashed it, fresh tears in my eyes.
Hadriel patted my hand and then put his palm to my cheek. “I got this, okay? I hear we get used for party favors or some such shit. I can party-favor like no one can party-favor. People tell me things. And they tell Leala things. Don’t underestimate her—she travels in weird circles where people are more likely to let down their guards.” He winked and pushed to standing. “Thank the goddess for her bountiful gifts,” he said loudly, turning. “Get me out of this hall of dragons.”
“I thought you’d be dead by now, Hadriel,” Lucille said with a sort of swagger I’d never seen in her before. Then again, I’d only known her here. “Nice outfit.”
“I thought you were dead, Lucille. It was nice and quiet in the castle without you playing dirty tricks on me.” He spread his arms and bowed. “I am glad you are in that cage. Nice dental work, by the way. It really suits you.”
“We won’t be behind these bars forever, Hadriel.” Xavier leaned his pointy chin out through the bars. “Watch yourself.”
“Yes, Xavier, because while I’m a prisoner in the demon castle, your slow wit is going to be my greatest concern.” Hadriel passed one of the officers, walked halfway up the stairs without an escort, and gave them all a gesture they clearly knew. “Adieu, fuckers.”
“Bye, milady,” Leala whispered to me before jogging after him.
One of the officers escorted Hannon to an empty cell somewhat near me on the left side of the chamber. He removed the cuffs and clanged the door shut before following the others up the stairs. They left the lights on, incredibly blasé about the new prisoners. Or maybe that was how they usually acted with the wolves and faeries.
I stared through the bars at my brother, who sat down with crossed legs and looked around for a moment before his gaze settled on me.
“Oh, Strange Lady,” Vemar called in his singsong voice, sticking his hand through the bars. “I have a few questions…”
“Was that really Hadriel?” Tamara asked, looking my way with wide, excited eyes. “I used to pick on that guy mercilessly. I couldn’t help myself—he always pushed the wrong buttons, but not hard enough to warrant a fight. Just hard enough for me to—”
“Throw him in the pond?” Jade laughed.
“I stuffed his head in horseshit once,” said Roarke, a quiet dragon with blue eyes so light they almost looked white. It was the first time I’d ever heard him speak. “He told me my pants made it look like I had two asses.”
Half the people in the cells laughed.
“Was that a lady’s maid with him?” a woman asked—I couldn’t see who’d said it.
“The one who likes a little snap and sizzle?” Vemar grinned. “We’ve seen people grab the whip, we’ve seen people dodge the whip, and we’ve seen people take the whipping—but enjoying it? That’s a first.”
“Who is that?” Micah asked, and everyone quieted down.
I hadn’t taken my eyes off Hannon, but I didn’t need to look at Micah to know he was asking about my brother.
“Why are you here?” I asked Hannon, still crying, damn it. Still so happy and scared and mad. “Why did you come? How did you come? What’s going on in the kingdom? Are the kids okay—”
I closed my eyes and pressed my lips together, trying to stop all the questions from gushing out, to stop the mad desire to ask Vemar to get me out of my cell so I could go to Hannon.
Hannon smiled at me disarmingly. “Hadriel mapped out the portals. They are pretty easy to get through, and there wasn’t much waiting for us on the other side.”
“They weren’t easy to get through back in the day,” Tamara said. “We were transported through there, and it felt like the magic was ripping my skin off. We lost a couple people who couldn’t handle it.”
“The demons peeled the magic back when my lot came through,” Lucille said. “They put it back up afterward. We didn’t lose anyone then. The sickness has taken them since, though. Those who weren’t in court when the curse struck.”
“The sickness…or the officers,” another said, his tone solemn. Lucille nodded.
“They aren’t magical anymore,” Hannon said, glancing down the way. “At least, not in a way that matters. We went through no problem. There were three workers on the other side, and we could’ve easily killed them if we’d wanted to.”
“Then why didn’t you?” someone asked. I was thinking the same thing.
Hannon shook his head slowly. “We never could’ve gotten to this island without a boat, and their boats are demon-run. They need their sort of magic to work.”
“So even if we break out of here, we have no way to get across the sea?” Tamara asked, a growl in her voice.
“I know how the boats operate,” Hannon replied. “Mostly. I just need a demon’s magic at the helm. I can get us across the sea if someone can force a demon. And if we can get out of here, of course.”
A shocked silence rang through the dungeon. No one so much as rustled their shreds of clothes or crinkled their straw.
Then: “But who is he, Strange Lady?”
I huffed out a laugh. “He’s my brother, and he’s apparently come to play hero.”