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He grits his teeth. “I don’t fucking care if you don’t believe me, Saint, but—” He lifts his shirt, exposing a scar on his bottom hipbone. The mark of a King. I hadn’t seen it before today, but I gather it has to do with The Kings since it’s their emblem. “I am not a King, I am an ally to them.” He drops down on the bed. “Hector got me in as soon as he found out that you were gifted. He knew we would need someone on the inside, and he was right.” His eyes come to mine. “Saint, if I wasn’t who I am and you got an actual stupid fucking male witch, he would have raped you the night of The Hunt—but you and I, we didn’t have sex.”
“So I didn’t break the curse like she says I did?” I ask, tilting my head.
He rolls his eyes, and it looks weird on him. “There’s no fucking curse. She’s barren and ca
I move closer to him. “Sam, I need to get out of here.”
He peers up at me. “I know. I’m going to get word to Madison and Tillie.”
“No!” I shake my head. “They’re pregnant.”
He smirks up at me. “Tillie, and you, are Perdita blood. The Lost Boys are rebelling right now because they have not taken to Valentina. They don’t see her as their true queen, but Tillie?” His eyes flicker with thirst. “Tillie, they know, respect, and would kill for.” He stands from his bed. “I will get word to them. Just keep yourself busy and don’t drink anything she gives you.” He makes his way to the door. “Now I’m really sorry I have to do this.” Leaning forward, he unbuttons my jeans and yanks them down slightly, wrapping my hair in his fist and pulling the door open. He shoves me through the door, but not hard enough that I fall.
“Next time, you’re pissing on the floor.” I don’t get to ask Sam why he’s doing this. Maybe these allies The Kings have do things because they’re born to do it. Or maybe it’s because they want to, or they owe them. But I’ve been a part of their world long enough to know the likelihood of Hector having something on Sam is high. He pulls out a set of keys from his pocket and directs me to yet another door. Unlocking it, the door swings open and he pushes me inside. “This is your room. You stay here until I allow you out.” Then the door slams closed and I’m left alone with the information I’ve just been fed.