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calling upon his healing ability. Surprisingly, his power came readily to his fingers without much effort, despite the energy expenditure from the portal. He sent his magic into her body and his blood turned to ice when a blast suddenly knocked everyone in the room off their feet. He flew from her side and landed roughly against the wall.
    “What the hell just happened?” Cailyn murmured as Jace scrambled to get back to her side.
    “Nothing good. Remember those words the Fae was saying? It was a spell that I just activated,” Jace replied grimly as everyone else stood up, looking baffled.
    “What kind of spell? Can you undo it?” Cailyn asked, lethargy clearly weighing her down.
    “I have no idea. What I wouldn’t give to have the Mystik Grimoire appear right now,” Jace mused, but knew better. Dread settled in his gut at the thought of what could happen to Cailyn now.
     

CHAPTER THREE

    Jace groaned out his discomfort, as the familiar slab bit into his back. He had nothing to cushion his body or protect him from the ice cold marble. He shivered from the cold and nausea. How long before she came to him this time? For that matter, how long had it been since she had left him? Time had come to mean nothing to him. He had no way to know how many days or months or years may have passed since his capture, never mind whether it was day or night, winter or summer.
    “Goddess-damned-bitch,” he grated. Rusted metal cuffs surrounded his wrists and ankles, and were connected to chains that held him to the marble altar. He had prayed night and day to be free of his prison, but had given up hope of any rescue or escape.
    Water dripped from the ceiling into a shallow hole in the ground. Goddess, he was so thirsty, would give anything for a drink. But that was part of her torture. Deny him everything, and offer food, water, or a shower for what she wanted. He refused to give her anything. Not that he was able to give her what she wanted anyways though. He didn’t have the book and didn’t know where it was.
    He opened his eyes and gazed around at the rough stone walls. No windows, no pictures. Nothing but endless stone surrounded him. He could scarcely recall the color of the sky, or the smell of the outdoors. As his body shook, he tried to conjure a fire in his palm. Chanted the spell over and over, like he had thousands of times before, but nothing happened. The dampening collar around his neck made sure of that.
    He tugged the chains again, wanting to rip them free and wrench off the collar, but he couldn’t manage to budge them one bit. She had rendered him weak as a human. Every rusted, moldy inch of his prison was mystically reinforced by one of her spells.
    His body stiffened, and bile rose in his throat as sandalwood incense reached his nostrils. She was coming for him. His cock tried to crawl into his body to escape her clutches. If he could have, he would have chopped the damned thing off. Anger at his predicament rose, and he uselessly struggled once more.
    He hated what she did to him, and his body hated it even more. He pushed aside his despair, hatred, and revulsion. Showing her any emotion only fueled her desires and made things worse. The door creaked as the heavy wood was pushed aside by one of her worshipers. He shut down in preparation for what came next.
    She glided through the door in her emerald gown. With a wave of her hand and a word, she lit the torches that lined his cell. He could do without having to see her flawless features. Her mocha skin gleamed with health and radiance. She was truly beautiful, with her dark brown locks hanging straight to the middle of her back, but he had never seen anything more disgusting.
    “Hello, sweet. Have a nice nap?” Lady Angelica whispered next to his ear. She ran her tongue along the shell of his ear as her fingernails scraped down his stomach, forcing him to inch away from her touch.
    He glared defiantly into her black as night eyes, refusing to answer. The