Chapter 65


    Reluctantly, I climb the stairs back to the bedroom quarters while pondering what my chances are of


    Zeke letting me sleep in my room since he now knows his mate is alive and out there somewhere.


    Managing the stairs proves quite difficult, I feel queasy and anxious and regret not grabbing a bread roll


    or something. Now the adrenaline rush of events is over I now feel light-headed as I stumble up the


    stairs trying to hold what remains of my pants and clutch the long-sleeved shirt closed.


    If he won’t let me sleep in my room, maybe he’ll at least let me get some of my clothes. Those thoughts


    diminish when I find him waiting for me at his door, his gaze cast down the corridor to Regan who is


    just stepping into his room.


    When I move closer he pushes his door open, motioning for me to enter and I groan knowing my


    chances just went out the window. “I see my brother came to his senses.” Zeke taunts.


    I roll my eyes pushing past him and entering his room to find Hunterying in his crate where Zeke


    locks him to stop him from getting to me. The door closes with a bang that makes me jump, I feel like


    I’ve walked into a predator''s den unarmed looking like a delicious steak to a starved animal.


    “You don’t seem happy about Regan’s dismissal of you?” I say nothing, I dismissed him but he can


    believe what he wants it changes nothing.


    “After the dramatics downstairs I expected you two to be running off into the sunset. Yet he didn’t


    bother to say a peep when I told him my ns for us tonight, seemed rather angry actually,” Zeke


    presses.


    “d you enjoyed the show, is it bedtime yet? I rather get tonight over with,” I deadpan.


    Zeke chuckles and moves to stand in front of me, his hand grips my wrist holding my shirt closed, he


    yanks and my grip doesn’t waiver unfortunately the shirt does when it tears off the fabric I’m clutching.


    “I could heal you? But I think we’ve passed the point of niceties.” heughs while I re at him. My


    breast is throbbing to its own beat and still bleeding, and so are the tracks he carved into my skin


    though they’ve mostly healed.


    “My you really must have upset him to leave you in this state,” Zeke continues. I sigh moving toward his


    closet and grabbing a fresh shirt.


    “Are you forgetting something?” he asks.


    “What, should I bother asking, or should I say please,” I retort, ripping it off the hanger.


    “No, take what you want, but I see no point ruining another shirt when you still have to bathe me.” he


    mocks shoving past me and into the bathroom. I re at his back.


    “You have a mate, what’s the point in keeping up with the games,”


    “Well, just because you’re of no use to me doesn’t mean I am not going to y by the rules,” he tells


    me while twisting the taps to fill the tub. I roll my eyes tossing the shirt aside knowing it will get wet but


    grab a pair of pants before moving back to the room. I tug them up while listening to Zeke rummaging


    around the bathroom.


    “Zirah, grab my towel it should be hanging on the wardrobe door,” he calls out from the bathroom.


    I shake my head, but get up to grab it not caring to fight with him. However, when I do I try to figure out


    what to do with the vial when I spot his vodka beside the bed, the bottle is half drunk so I assume it''s


    his current one. Peeking my head into the walk-in closet I see him step into the bath before tiptoeing


    back to the bed. I pop the cork top and power it in and give it a shake. I then toss the vial in a drawer


    full of paperwork since I can’t find a bin and rush to snatch his towel off the door. Walking into the


    bathroom, he sings out again. “Grab my vodka too, I left it on the bedside table,” I groan and heughs


    but little does he know that is exactly what I want him drinking. I smile slyly to myself and snatch it off


    before pretending to be angry about having to retrieve it as I walk back in. I hold it out to him and he


    takes it sitting beside himself while I sit on the edge of the bath. I hold my hand out for the stupid


    washcloth and he clicks his tongue.


    “You’re not maid material are you?”


    “Neither are you as it appears nor are you man material seeing as a man can wash him, though a little


    boy can’t,” I tell him snatching it when he offers it to me but he pulls it back at thest second. I grit my


    teeth and reach for it and he offers it only to drop it. It hits the water with a wet plop and falls between


    his legs.


    “Appears this little boy is clumsy,” he growls. I re at him and he smirks raising an eyebrow at me.


    Pressing my lips in a line I drop my hand beneath the bubbles and water to retrieve it when Zeke grips


    my wrist holding it against his crotch. His huge cock brushes my palm when he locks my fingers around


    it forcing me to hold it.


    “Bet that doesn’t feel fucking little though?” he growls. I jerk my hand but he holds it in ce for a


    second longer before letting me go. I nearly topple backward only just managing to catch myself before


    I fall.


    Zeke watches me as Ither it in soap, before reaching for his vodka. He swigs from the bottle and then


    coughs frantically making me jump.


    “Settle, shit is like rocket fuel, first few mouthfuls always burn, then after that, it''s like drinking water.” he


    shrugs, tipping the bottle to his lips. He gulps down half the contents like it is indeed water. Only then to


    start coughing once again. He chokes, and retches, smacking his chest. “Fuck, where did Mchi get


    this shit from,” he coughs.


    “Mchi?”


    Zeke nods while catching his breath. “Yeah, dad ordered the maids to piss off everything except wine,


    though my uncle always has a stash in his room, so I helped myself.”


    “Well, might wanna second guess next time, seems you can’t handle a big boy''s drink,” I tell him and


    he growls.


    “Shut up, wash me!” he snaps.


    Zeke res straight ahead determined to drink his vodka, yet no matter how much he drinks he


    climb out I avert my gaze, hand him his towel and grip his arm when he nearly trips over the side.


    He staggers back to the room, clutching the door frames to hold himself upright, and I suddenly feel


    bad for poisoning him. He doesn’t even bother getting changed just snatches up another bottle he pulls


    from inside the bedside drawer and gulps it down then stares at the bottle.


    “This one tastes fine….” he mumbles then his eyes dart to me. I quickly race back to the closet and pull


    one of the long sleeve shirts on and wander back out to find him sitting up making me wonder if there


    wasn’t enough in the vial. He pats the bed beside him and I stare at the spot before reluctantly moving


    toward it and climbing up. The moment I do, he pounces on me. I shriek trying to shove him when his


    ws escape his fingertips and he grips my neck.


    “You’ve done something to my drink.” he purrs. “Haven’t you?” I shake my head and his eyes flicker


    when he suddenly blinks quickly, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and he slumps over me. His


    weight is crushing and I grip his hair, pulling his head up to find him out cold. A devious smile splits


    onto my face as I shove him off before climbing out of bed. I tuck him in, pulling the nkets up and


    even passed out he begins to sweat from the toxins coursing through his body.


    I wait for a while needing to ensure the others don’te looking for him and also for time to slowly tick


    by, my eyes watching the rm clock on the bedside drawer. When it''s nearly time I escape the room


    checking the corridor first and ensuring it''s clear of guards, Regan, and Lyon. Once I’m sure the coast


    is clear, I retrieve the key and get changed into my own clothes ensuring I am wearing extrayers with


    how cold the nights can get. Once dressed my heart beats erratically at what I am about to do, this is


    my one chance and if I’m caught there will be hell to pay. Putting on some shoes, I move toward my


    door and pop my head out. I have ten minutes to get down to the gates and a small window of when


    the shifts change with the guards.


    Stepping out into the corridor I find the ce silent and cold, I quietly sneak to the huge double doors,


    opening them just enough for my body to slip through then gently close it. Relief fills me when I realize


    the guards that usually wait at the door feel it''s not necessary while I’m supposed to be with the kings. I


    find it surprisingly easy to escape the castle and make my way down to the maze without being


    spotted. However, when ites to the gates I bide my time, waiting for the time when Shelley


    switched off the cameras and for the vamps to change over.


    “Fuck, something sweet is in the air tonight,” I hear one say as I hide amongst the shrubs, my brows


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    pinch and I watch as one vampire man sniffs the air, looking in my direction. Only then do I remember I


    am covered in blood from Zeke’s slice-dice torture at dinner? I mentally curse myself squeezing the


    jacket I’m wearing closer. I wait for what feels like hours but is only a few minutes before watching the


    two guards chatting leave their posts and wander toward the castle.


    The moment they’re out of sight, I run for the gates, twisting the key and opening it. My skin crawls and


    my breath lodges in my throat when the gate creaks and I slip through. Not wanting to alert anyone I


    decide to leave it open, knowing closing it, I would run the risk of them hearing it. With no time to spare


    I run for the trees determined not to stop until I physically can’t walk anymore.