Incantations and Inmates - Helen Scott Page 0,2

to. It was almost like the fucker was goading death, especially sitting there with his eyes closed. Did he not realize how much danger he was in?

"What do you want, Nas?" He didn't even open his eyes as he spoke. His rich melodic voice had my core heating as memories flashed through my mind of the way he would call my name when we were in bed together.

"I wanted to talk you out of this freaking suicide mission you're on," I said as I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the wall.

"I'm not on a suicide mission. I'm just trying to survive in here," he snarled at me, his eyes flying open as he spoke. I didn't miss the way they locked on my face for a moment before traveling down my body, making every inch of my skin ache for his touch.

"Making a deal with the Black Guard to come into a supernatural prison when you're as human as they come? Sounds like suicide to me," I said with a haughty sniff.

He was off his bed and pinning me to the wall with a hand around my throat before I even saw him move. Sometimes I wondered just how human he was.

"What did you say?" he demanded in a low growl.

The pressure on each side of my wind pipe was cutting off the blood flow to my head, but it didn't really matter because it was all flowing south anyway. This wasn't unlike many situations that had led to us fucking like maniacs. Apparently, my body remembered that all too well.

"Can't. Talk." I croaked out. His hand immediately eased up but didn't go anywhere, as though he couldn't bring himself to stop touching me. "I know you made a deal with the Black Guard. I know about Jonathan Went."

Sure it was a slight stretch. I did know something about both of those things, but I didn't know everything. I desperately wanted him to tell me what the deal with the Black Guard was, or at least allude to it so I could figure out what the hell was going on.

"Sure you do. People talk, it's no surprise that the word trickled down to the filth here." He released me suddenly then like I was burning him where he touched me and spun away from me, but it was his words that hurt the most. Filth? I wasn't filth when he was balls deep in my pussy.

"I know your ex had her guys beat the ever living shit out of you before they brought you in."

His shoulders tensed.

"You know nothing, Nas. I may as well call you Jon Fucking Snow for how much you understand about the situation I'm in." His hands went to his head, pushing through his hair.

The urge to smack him was almost uncontrollable. Why was he such an ass? And for that matter, why the hell was I still attracted to him? Since our last encounter he'd done nothing but betray me, be rude to me, and ignore me. Why was I still trying?

Apparently, my mouth didn't care that I was trying to figure out why I wanted to help him because I found myself saying, "Then tell me. Help me understand. I want to help you, Bane." I was practically pleading with the asshole and it was pissing me off.

"I don't need your help. I don't need your friendship, or anyone else's for that matter. How could I ever trust you, Nas? You'll probably just stab me in the back the first chance you get."

His words were like a slap in the face, and I physically took a step back. "I think, if you remember, that's your department."

I turned to leave and saw one of the big shifters standing there watching me. I'd been so damn focused on Bane I hadn't even noticed him. How long had he been there?

When I went to move past him, the guy stepped in front of me. "Should've stayed in Alpha's cell," he growled menacingly.

"I'm allowed to go wherever I want." I tipped my chin so I could look the big man in the eye. The last thing I needed was for this shifter to think of me as less than. I was just as capable as he was, for the most part.

"You're the alpha's bitch. You're supposed to be there for him, not slumming it with this piece of shit. How can you even be interested in human dick when you've been fucked by our