Page 187 of Once Upon a Fable

Shifting toward him, I touched his thigh, his arm, his cheek.

Up close, I was wrong that his stare had gone blank. It hadn’t. The opposite was true. Black thoughts all crammed inside, obsidian memories, charcoal agony, and a lifetime of tar-coated torture. It was crowded in there. Far too congested with darkness to ever hope he could be pulled into the light.

God, what have I done?

I’d pushed him off a different cliff this time.

His mind was free-falling, tumbling, tangled with evil abominations of his past.

Cupping his cheeks in both my hands, I had to do something to put an end to those soul-sucking shadows inside him. For a man who’d been touched against his will so much, I refused to kiss him or use affection that could come across as demands.

Instead, I stroked his scruff and ran my thumbs over his dry lips.

Kindness.

Give him kindness.

“Hey...it’s okay. Just...come back to me. Go back to sleep. You’resafe. I promise on my life that you’re safe. I’m not leaving, you have my word. I’ll go collect some food, alright? I’ll cook for you. I’ll come back with a feast, and we’ll have a picnic on the carpet. We can talk. How does that sound? Nothing more. You can trust me with everything you are. All you have to do is go to sleep. I’ll pick some delicious cucumbers and grate a few carrots, and I’ll even try to cook some french fries like you did that day. Unless you have a request, of course. I’ll make whatever you want. Name a vegetable, and it’s yours.”

Something switched inside him.

A trigger I’d somehow stupidly activated.

Rearing back, he swatted my hands off his face. “Vegetable?” His lips twisted into a snarl. A fury cloaked him, fierce and brutal—a menacing fervor I hadn’t seen since the first time we met—when he’d stood naked at the bottom of the stairs and flew like a demon to kill me.

Grabbing my shoulders, he used me as a crutch to trip to his feet before jerking me to stand before him. Shaking me, he barked, “Is that how you’ve been feeding me? By raiding my goddamn vegetable patch?”

“I—” I scowled. What was the big deal? The food was planted to eat, wasn’t it?

“Answer me!” He shook me again, his rage growing blacker, thicker with each heartbeat. “Don’t fucking tell me you’ve been helping yourself. That you’ve eaten things without any thought to winter. Tell me!”

I jiggled in his furious hands as he trembled and shook me. I held on to his arms, gripping both good and broken. He shouldn’t be moving. The splint could only do so much and only if he stopped using it as if the bones weren’t trying to knit together.

“How could you?!” He shook me harder, my head bouncing on my neck. “What did you think you were doing here, huh? That you were being my savior? That each meal you fed me, each time you listened to me crying out like some pitiful creature, you were doing somethinggood? My own personal guardian fucking angel. Well, I have news for you, Gemma goddamn Ashford. You might have just brought me back to life, but you’ve killed me this winter. You’ve killed both of us!”

The room spun. Stars danced on my vision. “Stop shaking me.” I twisted, trying to get out of his hold. “Kas, please—”

He froze.

He dropped me.

He blinked as if I’d spoken a different language.

And then, I saw my mistake.

Kas.

I called him by his name.

His slave name at least.

A name he hadn’t given me himself.

Oh, shit.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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