life from a death by disease and agony.”
Silence.
“She might be suffering some shock, Baird.”
Kael gathers her from the stone. She looks up into eyes that mimic a Reaper’s, though he has very little blood of their blood. Genetics are a bizarre combination.
His eyes are kind, but his words are hard. “We need blood. We are powerless to protect you without it.”
Siana understands. She does. She gives the barest nod of assent.
But as they feed from her, tears collect in the hollows of her ears and collarbone. The river of her sadness eventually travels between her breasts and touches their lips as they suckle from her wrists.
Baird lifts his mouth from her wrist as Kael mirrors him on the other side.
“This has not gone well,” Kael says.
Baird nods.
They have done nothing but treat a queen as a whore.
Siana wonders about Baird's feelings. His is expression blank. Does he feel vindicated?
Remorseful? No—never that. He will justify everything while not apologizing for his part in her degradation.
Baird asks, “Siana, open your mouth.”
She does.
Kael whistles in relief. “It is normal again.”
Baird asks, “Should we look at her pussy?”
Siana finds strength to laugh. “Of course! Why not? Look at my cunt, the very one you just plundered like you were a rabid dog.”
Baird's face appears above hers, bright red from her blood. “I did not take you to hurt you, but to help you so you would not perish.”
Siana nods. “Sure. Kael fucking me while I was chained was not enough assurance, Baird.”
“It was not!” he screams.
His breath tastes of her as it caresses her face.
She closes her eyes against his rage. “Just look at me and be done with it.”
She feels fingers probe her gently.
“Nothing,” Kael says with relief.
“ I hope your prick rots off, Baird,” Siana says quietly.
There is no rebuttal for that. One of them picks her up, and she is in motion.
No one comments on her fresh tears.
*
Baird
Baird has never, in the many centuries of his existence, felt so bereft.
I should not have fucked her.
But if he had not impaled Siana, she might even now be dead. Kael's rut alone was not enough assurance of her wellness for Baird, but because of his earlier skepticism, he would not be seen in any light but that of opportunistic rapist.
The final insult was taking her blood.
It would be a difficult hole to climb out of.
They travel to the Druid temple once more. The pale white of dawn spreads over the treetops like melting ice as they move through the beaten front door.
Baird makes haste depositing the door inside the hole. He will not make any repairs this day. He will get Siana bathed and tucked inside a chamber so she can rest and heal.
Baird runs the bathwater, depositing lavender crystals in the heated stream.
He waits outside of the bedroom where Kael speaks softly with her.
“ It is ready,” Baird says in a clear voice.
“ Get out, Baird,” Siana says when she sees him.
But Baird does not leave. He notes her clinging weakly to Kael as he gently lowers her into the bathwater.
Kael’s eyes meet Baird’s.
“ I will stay with her. Perhaps... you can find sustenance?”
Baird glares, pivoting on his heel, and stomps out.
He flies down the curving staircase, his nose easily finding the food.
Much of what lies inside the icebox is spoiled. He drains the pan of melted water at the bottom, sighing.
Some dried goods remain whole and fresh, and Baird assembles an assortment.
He blurs upstairs. Siana is already in Imogen's old bed chamber.
“This will not be permanent,” Baird says, looking around at the compromised temple.
“ That is fine. Leave,” Siana says.
He sets the plate of food beside her. Siana tears into the bread lathered in butter.
“No fresh food? Just day-old bread?”
Baird shakes his head, setting his teeth.
“Baird speaks true. We must take you into the shelter of the rogue until we can find and secure the rest of the