Tasting Darkness

Chapter 10

Chapter 10 

Darius watches my face for a second, and I swallow as his eyes run down my body and to my lap, making me shift uncomfortably. He growls; the noise makes goosebumps cover me as he towers over me.

“Lycus, go get her some clothes. Kalen, go grab her a shirt until Lycus comes back so she can shower,” Darius says before pushing off the bed away from me. Lycus nods to him before walking out, and so does Kalen, leaving me with Darius and Tobias.

“You attend every class. Someone will pick you up from your room of a morning to take you down to the mess hall, which is where all meals are for those that live here.”

“Where am I?” I ask before I can stop myself. Darius didn’t like being talked over as he took a deep breath, and I watched his hand’s fist at his sides before looking down.

“Meals are in the mess hall. I will have some books sent in here; under no circumstances are you to tell anyone here you are our mate. If you do, you will wish you were in the cells, am I clear.”

“Crystal,” I tell him.

“Also,” Tobias says, stepping closer to the bed and moving to stand beside Darius.

way and if you can behave and do as you’re told,

Kalen?” I asked, confused. He appeared t o be the only one

as we ask. It isn’t up for discussion, “Tobias says just as Kalen walks back into the room. He has a folded shirt in his hands, and he places it on the end of the bed with

expectantly at Kalen, who turns around when Tobias touches his shoulder, nodding toward the door. Kalen leaves. He looked

says before walking out and closing the door behind him. I hear the lock click in place, so

sounds excellent. I hadn’t had a hot shower in god knows how long, usually washing in lakes or streams. It wasn’t the same. You never really felt clean with only cold water, and I was lucky to find soap

five sinks. A shower took up an entire wall behind me, and there was a colossal bath that could easily fit five people in it

looking at myself in the mirror. I looked different from what I remembered. My face had changed; it was slimmer. I didn’t look like the same eighteen-year-old girl when I left the boarding school. Now I look older, drained of life. I was

door opens leading to the other room, and

niches, spare toothbrush,” He walks over before bending

and a toothbrush before

you,” I tell him, observing the man. He nods, and I hear talking in the room

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