This staircase leads them up to another door and through the door another, followed by another, all with several locks. ‘I don’t remember a tower from the outside,’ the woman thought, quietly following King Thorvald and Shysie up the wide stone spiral staircase. The difference between the final door and all the other doors was that not only did it have locks, but also a guard. King Thorvald whispered a few words to the guard that Shysie can not hear, even with her vampire hearing, but it does not matter as she knew the words as King Thorvald has trusted her to feed his pet before. “Please turn around and look the other way,” the guard asked, and even King Thorvald obeyed. King Thorvald set it up this way so that if he was under attack that the information as to where the guard kept the keys can not even be extracted from him. The guard will end his own life if he felt threatened. King Thorvald’s enchantress is the only one besides the guard that knew the spell to reveal the keys
“Where is Emily?” Phoebe asked when she saw her grandmother, Queen Zuberi, Gabriella, the enchantress, and Princess Freda. “She, well, um, she” Princess Freda struggled to find the words. “She came with us but went in a different direction when she caught a familiar scent,” Queen Zuberi explained. “She thinks she caught Prince Deacon’s scent, so she went to get her revenge,” Gabriella said, rolling her eyes. “Why did you allow her to go?” Phoebe asked, shocked. “Let her have him. You have grown way too fond of this royal family,” Queen Zuberi said. “You seem to forget that they brought me up,” Phoebe reminded her, stubbornly. “And you seem to forget that they killed your parents,” Queen Zuberi reminded her. “And Emily’s whole family, along with my mother,” Princess Freda added. “The royal brothers had nothing to do with it,” Phoebe defended them, concerned mainly for Prince Mano. “I know them way longer than you do and trust me, they are not innocent. If it was not for them,
Phoebe set off right away to go get Karmen before anyone realized what was going on but when she got back to the castle Prince Mano intersected her again, “out for a night walk in the garden?” “Yes, need some fresh air,” Phoebe lied, laughing nervously. “You said you will be quick this afternoon, but then I didn’t see you again until dinner,” Prince Mano reminded her. “Let’s go talk in your room,” Phoebe said, having an idea as to how she can at least save Prince Mano, not caring what her grandmother said about him. Inside his room, she immediately started to kiss him, but he pulled her off him. “what are you doing?” Phoebe ripped his shirt open, making the buttons fly. ‘Great he is not wearing a shaman neckless,’ she thought, relieved. “Go outside, block your mind from everyone, and shift into your wolf form. Run until you can’t run no more, and where you rest, stay for five sunsets before returning,” Phoebe compelled him. Prince Mano looked confused at her for a moment before
‘At least it seems to be an improvement from the dungeons,’ she thought as they walked through the dungeons and came to a door. Through the door, they walked down a wide stone spiral staircase before entering an empty space lit by two dim wall lights. At first, Phoebe thought that it was nothing but walls, but King Thorvald walked up to one of the wall lights and pulled it forward. The wall moves, revealing the secret entrance to another stone spiral staircase. “Why don’t I know about this area of the castle?” Phoebe asked, following King Thorvald on the staircase that lead them up to another door and through the door another, followed by another, all with several locks. “Because you never cared to come to the Vampire wing,” King Thorvald said. “So, you are just going to lock us up? I thought you said you are helping us?” Phoebe questioned, looking at the guard and the door with several locks. King Torvald walked over to the guard and whispered to him before focusing his attention
“I, I,” he started, but was at a loss for words. He has given up a long time ago any hope of ever getting out of there, but having found his fated mate, he wanted to get out, if only for her sake. King Lowe moved forward to the middle again, frightening Princess Freda. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, looking up. “What are you doing?” Princess Freda asked, looking at him, confused. “The tower walls are thin enough for you to walk your way out of here. I can throw you up. I have the strength,” King Lowe said. “I can just jump up. I am a hybrid,” Princess Freda said, standing up. “I hate hybrids,” King Lowe said, looking at her but unable to hate her. “I can’t find the moment you became a hybrid,” he said, searching her mind. “I was born one. My father is Wyn,” Princess Freda said. “Oh, is that why Wicked is in your memories?” King Lowe stated. “He is not Wicked anymore,” Princess Freda rolled her eyes at him. “I don’t know of any hybrids fathering children after
King Thorvald went back to the castle and straight to the tower to give Princess Freda the bad news. “Someone is coming. You have to leave now,” King Lowe pleaded with Princess Freda. “What if this time they notice you are not chained to the wall?” King Lowe asked. “What does it matter? I can still break my chains,” Princess Freda said. "Besides, I am compelled not to try and escape. That is why I have to wait for my friend so that she can bring me a shaman necklace,” Princess Freda said. The door opened and King Thorvald walked in with a big smile on his face. “Bad news. I have found Phoebe.” Princess Freda hung her head in defeat with no response. King Thorvald walked over to her and took her arm, bringing her palm to his mouth before sinking his teeth into her. After drinking his fill, he ripped her dress off her and wiped his mouth with it before turning to King Lowe, “Perhaps now you won't be able to resist her.” “He can not even reach me, you moron,” Princess Freda spat, n
“How are my two love birds doing?” King Thorvald asked, walking into the cell. “She needs a bed,” King Lowe said, referring to Princess Freda that already looked uncomfortable with her swollen belly. “Whose babies do you think she is carrying? Mine or yours?” King Thorvald asked, putting his ears to her belly, listening to the two babies’ heartbeat. “Get away from her,” King Lowe growled, fighting against his restraints that have been secured to the wall again. “Come,” King Thorvald compelled Princess Freda to follow him. “Where are you taking her?” King Lowe demanded to know. “Didn’t you just demand a bed for her? I am taking her to a bed, my bed,” King Thorvald chuckled. “I am going to kill you!” King Lowe shouted. “Not if I kill you first,” King Thorvald said, grabbing Princess Freda from behind, holding her in a chokehold, and rubbing his hands over her belly, “if these babies are yours, I will no longer have the need for you.” Princess Freda doesn’t fight him, knowing if
‘No!’ Princess thought. ‘King Thorvald is bringing Phoebe over to you,’ Princess Freda mind linked King Lowe desperately. ‘What?’ King Lowe mind linked her back as the door to his cell opened. “She is ripe. Try not to kill her, you don’t want to upset your mate,” King Thorvald laughed, ripping Phoebe’s made-shift dress off her, making her gasp. “Don’t do this,” King Lowe pleaded, smelling Phoebe, feeling his animal instinct ripping through him uncontrollably as he shifted into his werewolf form as the moon reached the tower. “Go on, have s*x with him,” King Thorvald compelled Phoebe before leaving. “No, stay away,” King Lowe yelled. ‘Please control yourself, think about me, please don’t hurt her,’ Princess Freda pleaded in a mind link. ‘She will have to kill me,’ King Lowe mind linked Princess Freda back. ‘There must be another way,’ Princess Freda pleaded. "We claimed each other. Is our bond not strong enough?" 'On a full moon, werewolves can't control themselves,' King Lowe