The compassion grewspread
While he was kept in a cage, she had been bound to a hospital bed, her bones broken, her muscles torn, her mind hazed by medication, all because a drunk driver had slammed into her car. And while she had beenwastormented by the loss of her family, since her mother, father and sister had been in the car with her, Nicolai was tormented by a sadistic womans unwanted touch. She felt a wave of regret, a crackle of fury.
I need you.
Jane inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly and shifted to her side, clutching her pillow close. As close as she suddenly wanted to clutch Nicolai, to comfort him. To be with him. Uh, not going there. She didnt know the man. Therefore, she wasnt going to imagine sleeping with him.
But thats exactly what she did. His plight was forgotten as she imagined him climbing on top of her, his silver eyes bright with desire, his pupils blown. His lips were plump and red from kissing her entire body, still moist with her flavor. She licked at him, tasting him, tasting herself, eager for anything and everything he would give her.
He growled his approval, flashing his fangs.
His big, muscled body surrounded her, his skin hot, little beads of sweat forming, causing them to rub and glide together, straining toward release. God, he felt good. So damn good. Long and thick. A perfect fit, stretching her just right. Rocking, rocking, faster and faster, taking her to the edge of sensation before slowingslowingtormenting.
She clawed at him, her nails scouring his back. He groaned. She raised her knees, squeezing his hips. Yes. Yes, more. Faster, faster still. Never enough, almost enough. More, please more.
Nicolais tongue thrust into her mouth, rolling with hers before he bit down, drawing blood, sucking. A sharp sting, and then, finally, oh, God, finally, she tumbled over.
Ripples of satisfaction swept through her entire body, little stars winking behind her eyes. Her inner muscles clenched and unclenched, liquid heat pooling between her legs. She rode the tide for endless seconds, minutes, before sagging against the mattress, boneless, unable to catch her breath.
An orgasm, she mused dazedly. A freaking orgasm from a fantasy man, and she hadnt even needed to touch herself.
Nicolaimine she whispered, and she was smiling as she at last drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
PRINCESS. PRINCESS, you must wake up.
Jane blinked open her eyes. Muted sunlight pushed into the bedrooman unfamiliar bedroom, she realized with confusion. Her room was plain, with white walls and brown carpet, the only furniture an unadorned bed. Now, a lacy pink canopy was draped overhead. To her right was an intricately carved nightstand, a bejeweled goblet perched on top. Beyond that, a plush, glittery carpet led to arched double doors framing a spacious closet bursting with a rainbow of velvets, satins and silks.
This wasnt right.
She jolted upright. Dizziness hit herfamiliar, but not comfortingand she moaned.
Are you all right, princess?
She forced herself to focus and take stock. A girl stood beside her bed. A girl she had never encountered before. Short, plump, with a freckled nose and frizzy red hair, wearing a coarse brown dress that appeared uncomfortably snug.
Jane scrambled backward, hitting the headboard. Who are you? What are you doing here? Even as she spoke, her eyes widened. She knew five different languages, but she wasnt speaking any of them. And yet, she understood every word that left her mouth.
No emotion crossed the girls features, as if she were used to strange people yelling at her. I am Rhoslyn, once personal servant to your mother but now personal servant to you. If you agree to keep me, she added, unsure now. She, too, spoke in that weird, lyrical language of flowing syllables. The queen has bid me to rouse you and escort you to her study.
Servant? Mother? Janes mother was dead, along with her father and her sister. The latter two had been killed on impact, the drunk driver having slammed his car into their side of the vehicle. Her mom, thoughshe had died right before Janes eyes, her life dripping out of her and onto Jane, their car propped against a tree, their seat belts holding them in place, the metal doors and roof smashed so completely theyd had to be pried out. But, by then, it had been too late. Shed already taken her last, pained breath.
Shed died the very day she was told her cancer was gone.
Dont you dare tease me about my mother, Jane growled, and Rhoslyn flinched.
Im sorry, princess, but I do not understand. I tease you not about your mothers summons. How frightened she sounded now. Tears even beaded in her dark eyes. And I swear to you, I meant no offense. Please do not punish me.
Punish her? Was this some sort of joke?
The word joke was as familiar as the dizziness. But, really, joke still didnt fit. Nervous breakdown, perhaps? No, couldnt be. Breakdowns were a form of hysteria, and she was not hysterical. Plus, there was the language thing. Come on. Youre a scientist. You can reason this out.
Where am I? How did I get here? Her last memory was of reading the book andthe book! Where was the book? Her heart thundered uncontrollably, a storm inside her chest, as she panned her surroundings once more. There! Her book rested on the vanity, so close, yet so far away.
Mine, every cell in her body screamed, surprising her. Equally surprising, the absolute rightness of the claim. But then, shed practically made love to the thing. And, oh, damn. Her blood heated and her skin tingled, her body readying for absolute, utter possession.
I need you, Jane. The text. She remembered the text. Come to me. Save me.
Consider this logically. Shed fallen asleep, dreamed of a vampires decadent touch and, like Alice in Wonderland, had woken up in a strange, new world. And she was awake. This was not a dream. So, where was she? How had she gotten here? What if?
She cut off the thought before it could veer into a direction she didnt like. There had to be a rational explanation. Where am I? she asked again.
As Jane scooted from the soft confines of the feather-lined mattress, the servant said, You are inDelfina. She spoke with a question in her tone, as if she couldnt quite grasp the fact that Jane didnt already know the answer. A kingdom without time or age.
Delfina? Shedheard of it, she realized with a start. Not the name, but the kingdom without time. A few of the beings shed interviewed had mentioned another realm, a magical realm, with differing kingdoms outside the notice of humans. At the time, she hadnt known whether to believe them or not. Theyd been prisoners, locked away for the good of mankind. They would have said anything to gain their freedom. Even offer to escort her into their world.
What if?
What if shed crossed the threshold from her world and into the other? Jane finally allowed the thought to reach its conclusion, and her stomach churned with sickness.
Before the car accident changed her life so radically, shed studied more than the creatures of myth. Shed studied the manipulation of macroscopic energy, attempting the impossible on a daily basis. Like the molecular transfer of an object from one locationone worldto another, and she had succeeded. Not with life-forms, of course, not yet, but with plastic and other materials. Thats why shed been deemed an acceptable risk for interacting with the captured beings, both dead and alive.
What if shed somehow transferred herself? But how would she have done so, she wondered next, when the necessary tools were not in her cabin? Latent effects of her contact with the previously transferred materials, perhaps?
No. There were too many variables. Namely, her new, royal identity.
Rhoslyn, she said, keeping her narrowed gaze on the girl as she settled her weight on her legs. Her knees knocked together, and her muscles knotted, but thankfully the dizziness did not return.
Yes, princess?
She gave herself a quick once-over, blinked with another dose of surprise and had to look again. She wore a lovely pink gown she hadnt purchased herself and had never before seen. The material bagged around her reed-thin body, dancing at her ankles.
Who the hell had dressed her?
Doesnt matter. She focused on the here and now. What do I look like?
Rhoslyn reached out, and Jane pursed her lips as she darted away. Please, princess, you have been unwell. Allow me to assist you.
Stay where you are, Jane told her. Until she figured out what was going on, she would trust no one. And without trust, there would be no touching.
The girl froze in place. Wh-whatever you command, princess. Did you wish me to fetch something for you?
No, uh, I just want to grab something from over there. Jane lumbered forward. The carpet fibers were as soft as they appeared and caressed her bare feet, tickling the sensitive areas between her toes. She moved slowly, allowing the tension to drain from her abused legs. By the time she swiped up the book and turned, she felt normal. Still the girl had not moved, her arm extended toward the bed, shaking now. At ease, she found herself saying.
With a sigh of relief, Rhoslyn dropped her arm to her side. You asked what you look like. Beautiful, princess. As always. Said automatically, with no real feeling.
Half of Janes attention remained on her while the other half focused on the book. She frowned. The dark leather was unmarred. She flipped to the middle. There was no bookmark, and the pages were new, fresh. Blank. This isnt my book, she said. Wheres my book?
Princess Odette, Rhoslyn replied smoothly. To my knowledge, you did not arrive with a book. Now, would you like?
Wait. What did you call me?
Pr-princess Odette? That is your title and name. Yes? Did you wish me to call you something else? Or, perhaps I can summon the healer, and have her
No. No, thats okay. Princess Odette, returned from the grave. Jane had read those very words. Shed also read, You, Jane Parker. You are Odette.
She twisted and leaned into the vanity, watching her reflection in the mirror. The moment she came into view, she stiffened. Light brown hair flowed over one shoulder. Her hair. Familiar. Her dark eyes were glassy, crescent-moon bruises underneath. Also familiar.
She reached out. Her fingertips pressed into the glass. Cool, solid. Real. If she lifted her gown, she would see the scars that marred her stomach and legs. She knew it.
She hadnt morphed into Princess Odette overnight, then. Or, hell, maybe she and the princess looked alike.
How did I get here? she croaked, swinging back around to face the girl.
I need you, Jane.
Nicolai. She sucked in a breath as his name suddenly filled her mind. Nicolai the enslaved vampire, chained, abused. Nicolai the lover, sliding into her body, her legs parting to welcome him, then squeezing to hold him captive.
Come to me.
Come to him, as if he knew her. As if she knew him. But shed never met him. At least, not to her knowledge.
Such a thing was possible, she supposed. Paradox theory suggesteddamn it. No. She wasnt going to hypothesize about paradox theory until she had more information. Otherwise, shed be lost in her head for days.
Rhoslyn paled. Yesterday evening a palace guard found you lying on the steps outside. He carried you here, to your bedchamber. Youll be happy to note it is in the same condition you left it.
Falling asleep at home, waking uphere. Princess Odette, returned from the grave, she thought again. Alice in her Wonderland.
I hope you do not mind, but I bathed and changed you, Rhoslyn added.
White-hot heat in her cheeks. Plenty of strangers had bathed and changed her over the past eleven months, and she was relieved Rhoslyn had done so, rather than some sweating, panting guy. Still. Mortifying. Wheres my shirt?
Its being washed. I must admit, I have never seen its like. There was strange writing on it.
She closed the book and clutched it to her chest. I want it back. Just then, it was her only link to home.
Of course. After I escort you to your mother, Ioh, Im sorry. I did not mean to mention her again. I will take you tothe study below and fetch the garment for you. Before Jane could comment, Rhoslyn added through gnashed teeth, I am so happyas are all your peoplethat you have come back to us. We missed you greatly.
A lie, no question. Wh-where was I?
Your sister, Princess Laila, witnessed your fall from the cliffs what seems an eternity ago. After you were stabbed and drained by your new slave. Though your body was never found, it was assumed you were dead, as no one has ever survived such a drop before. We should have known that you, the darling of Delfina, would find a way. She flashed a stiff smile that lasted a single second, no more.
Princess Laila. That name, too, reverberated in Janes head, followed on the heels of cruel, twisted desires.
Nicolai, she said. Was he here? Real?
The servant chewed on her bottom lip, suddenly nervous. You wish me to bring the slave, Nicolai, to you?
Janes blood quickened and warmed, her skin tingling just as before. The girl knew who he was. That meant he was here, that he was as real as she was.
Her mind fizzed and crackled like her favorite candy. The book. The characters. The story, coming to life before her eyesJane now a part of it, deeply integrated, though she was someone other than herself. Finally. A puzzle piece slid into place.
The book could have been the catalyst. Maybe, when shed read aloud, shed somehow opened a doorway from her world into this one. Maybe Nicolai had somehow sent the book to her, and she was his only hope for freedom.
Nicolai, she repeated. I want you to take me to him. She had to see him, and was too impatient to wait. Would he know her? Was she right about the events that had unfolded?
Rhoslyn gulped. But hes the one who stabbed you, and your mothI mean, er, the queen does not like to be kept waiting. She visited you once already, but you were sound asleep and could not be roused. Her impatience grows, and as you know, her temper Her cheeks flushed as she realized what she was saying. Im sorry. I meant no disrespect to the queen.