7. Chapter 7- Felix

Icomb through the tomes again, searching for something I've missed. These vines came out of nowhere, and on top of it, someone used Magik. There hasn't been someone born with that ability since the Forgotten King. At least my father tried to make sure that there was no one left of that line.

Did he miss someone? Was there another line that he somehow overlooked? Someone my father brainwashed into doing his bidding?

Grabbing the tome with the family tree of the last known Magik line, I make my way up the tower. I need to feed the woman so that I can get back to work. I know I am close to an answer. If I could stay in my office long enough, I could finally free us from these vines and find my sister. Another reason I need to get her on our side so she can handle all the unruly Keryth while I figure this shit out.

I was na?ve enough to believe that it would be easy. It's clear from the fire in her beautiful blue eyes; she hates my kind more than I initially thought. It will be tricky, a challenge… but not impossible.

"Well, how did we do?" Tia asks as I enter the woman's bedroom. I drag my eyes away from the names on the page, and the tome slips from my fingers.

Her smooth black hair shines in the dancing candlelight. Tia has dressed her in a fitting black dress that hugs her body deliciously. My mouth waters at the thought of kissing every inch of her pale skin and running my tongue along every scar that covers it. She is breathtaking. Especially with the glint of violence in her eyes aimed solely at me. Fuck, I love a challenge.

"Felix?" Tia breaks through my lust-filled haze and brings me back to reality.

"What?"

"How did we do?"

"Pretty girl…I mean…pretty…PRETTY GOOD!" DAMNIT!

Tia's eyes widen as she looks between me and the stunning creature beside her. I can practically see the wheels turning in her head. Good. We already plan to work together to get her on our side, but by that smile on Tia's face, she is also planning on helping me claim this woman as mine.

"I'll see you later, Nyx. Eat your fill, and don't worry about a thing. You are in excellent hands." Tia squeezes her thin shoulder before heading for the door. "Come on, Kaelin."

"But I want to—"

"Not now," Tia reprimands her sister. Kaelin huffs in frustration and leaves with her.

I can't take my eyes off of her. I haven't craved someone's blood in a very long time. The thought of feeding has been turning my stomach sour as of late. But this woman right here, Nyx, I believe Tia said her name is, has my mouth watering.

"Nyx," I whisper, testing out the feel of her name on my tongue.

"Felix," she says between her teeth.

"Come with me." I offer my hand, but she stares at it with disdain.

"I would rather die." She crosses her arms over her chest, standing her ground.

"We can do this two ways." I prowl toward her, unable to help myself from pushing her to see how far she will go in defending herself against me. Of course, she is in no real danger, but my curiosity is uncontrollable. "You can come with me willingly. Or…" She backs away until she bumps into the wall. I place a hand on each side of her head and run my nose along her slender neck. "I can carry you." Fuck, she smells amazing. Please let me carry you!

Pain explodes through my body and stars dance behind my eyelids. I bend forward and cradle my balls, hoping to alleviate some of the agony she caused with her knee.

"I can walk by myself." She pats me on top of the head and moves toward the door.

I can't help but smile at the little hellcat. I breathe through the pain and stand to follow her. But then inspiration hits, and there is no changing my mind.

I catch her by the arm, spin her around, and throw her over my shoulder.

"You want to misbehave, then I will start deciding things for you."

"You can't do this!" Her small fist beat against my back, keeping the stupid smile plastered on my face.

"I am the Prince. I can do whatever I want," I chuckle. Reminding her who I am seems to get a rise out of her, and I love it.

"Prince of the assholes, more like it! Put me down!"

"Keep screaming, Little Thief. No one will save you."

"I don't need anyone to save me!"

"Are you sure about that?" I slap her ass just to see what she will do.

"You mother fucking asshole!" She tries to struggle, but she is no match for my strength. "Put me down! I can walk."

"Yes, but then I wouldn't be so close to your perfect ass." She goes still at that. Could she possibly be as interested in this as I am?

"If I am given the chance, I will slit your throat."

Nope. She isn't even close to thinking the same thing I am. All in good time. I am a patient male.

"You can definitely try." I open the door to my room and place her on her feet inside.

"Wow. Someone likes books a little too much."

I look around my room and finally see it from a stranger's point of view. She…isn't wrong. My room has gotten out of hand. Stacks of books cover almost every free surface, including the floor. It's a wonder how it hasn't burned down with the candles surrounded by so much paper.

"I need to take some of these back to the library."

"No, shit."

"Sit and eat," I chuckle.

"No."

"Want to try that again?" I say with an edge that promises retaliation. She huffs and sits at the small table laden with different types of food. I sit opposite her and watch as she looks at everything in front of her. "Eat."

"So, you can poison me?"

"I could crush you under my hands with barely any effort, and you believe I would stoop low enough to use a coward's weapon? I know you think very little of me, but I didn't think it was that little." Smiling, I taking a sip from my goblet of blood and suppress a wince. It tastes off, almost stale. I don't know what it is, but something is wrong with it. "Do I need to eat some to show you it is safe?" I am not really hungry, but I am desperate to get relief from the smell of her clouding my senses. She's making it hard to think.

But then she picks up the fork, and her brows pull together. I'm such an idiot. Maybe she doesn't know how to use utensils. I don't know her history. She is either a Reckless or Forsaken. Perhaps she was never exposed to everyday things like this.

To save her from the embarrassment, I pick up my fork, exaggerating how to hold it properly. She moves so quickly I nearly miss it. I barely catch the fork she threw at my face before it embeds in my eye. My laugh echoes throughout the room as I twirl it in my fingers.

"If you promise to behave, I will give this back." If looks could kill, I would be dead a thousand times over.

My mouth falls open as her hand plops slams down in a bowl of porridge in front of her. The sticky substance splatters all over her dress, but she doesn't break eye contact. Instead, she curls her fingers, scooping a large amount, and shoves it all into her mouth. She tries to continue giving me the death stare, but her eyes close, and a moan escapes her lips as she chews.

I am instantly hard at the sound. And it becomes even more uncomfortable as she tries the different varieties of dishes before her. It's like I no longer exist; only the food matters now. And I can't help but imagine what she will look like once she has three constant meals a day. How strong will she become when cared for properly?

I smile like an idiot when she dances in her chair when she eats something she really enjoys. I'll slave away every day in the kitchen to make it happen over and over again—anything to please her.

She empties bowl after bowl before she starts on the roasted bird. I have to rearrange myself into a more comfortable position as the juices drip down the side of her mouth. She moans even louder around the meat. I thought she was beautiful before, but nothing could compare to the sight before me now to her in absolute bliss over something so simple as eating.

Her chest heaves as she breathes in, her belly full, and reality slipping back into place. Her gaze darts around the table of destroyed platters and empty dishes. A slight blush rushes up her neck and settles in her cheeks. I want to clear the table with a swipe of my hand and devour her atop it like the feast she is.

"That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen," I breathe. Piercing blue eyes meet mine, and death is back in place of the embarrassment. "Especially the little dance you do when you really enjoy something."

"I don't dance," she growls, grabbing another handful of food she didn't have room to eat. Before I can respond, she stretches across the demolished meal and shoves the food into my mouth, leaving me sputtering and choking as she laughs at me.

Every instinct to claim her rushes up all at once, and I recognize she is actually in danger. I haven't felt that beast in years. And if she doesn't get away, I will take from her what she isn't willing to give.

"Out," I growl.

"What?" Her laughter dies with her question.

"Out, now!"

Her eyes widen, but she listens this time. The door slams behind her, leaving me alone to deal with my demon.

I unbutton my trousers and grab my cock in a firm grip, working it with the same ferocity I want to destroy her body with. Imagining her moans are for me and not the food. I pump it hard until the orgasm slams through me and spills over the table.

"Fuck," I moan with the release, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't her.

Grabbing the goblet, I chug the remainder of the blood and wince with the disgusting taste. I need something fresh. But now that I have smelled and been near her, no other source will do.

Weary and unsure of what else to do, I quickly bathe and return to my office. I have zero control over my reaction to Nyx, so I will do the one thing that always blocks out all other thoughts. I gather my books and return to my research of the mass of vines that are growing more unmanageable under this castle.