Chapter 80
Giant brown eyes watch me with such suspicion, I’m pretty sure their owner thinks I’m a very hungry dragon with toddler on the menu.
I pretend not to notice the tiny human’s approach. Looking directly might spook her—or worse, encourage her to come closer. The bunny ears on her onesie bounce with each determined step, her diapered bottom swaying like a pendulum as she toddles across the uneven stone floor.
My kidnapper—can I even call him that now?—thrusts three sticks toward me. Each holds several bright red strawberries coated in a crystalline shell that catches the dim light. Tanghulu. I’d seen pictures of it before; fruit skewers dipped in sugar syrup that hardens into a candy coating.
The man’s face remains impassive, nearly hostile, as if handing me this sweet treat is equivalent to passing over the keys to his entire fortune.
I accept them cautiously.
Not a word has been spoken in the ten minutes since I regained consciousness, lying on a pile of thin fleece blankets.
My kidnapper (?) grunts at me before shuffling back to his boiling pot, dipping yet another stick of strawberries in it.
“Uh… thank you,” I offer, though I’m not sure why I’m thanking someone who drugged me and stole me from a hospital.
The cave—or whatever this place is—stretches around me in a peculiar mix of primitive and modern. Natural stone walls curve overhead, but someone’s strung LED light chains across them, the wires draped between wooden beams jammed into terracotta pots. The effect is oddly… homey.
A few other children sit cross-legged on mismatched rugs and pillows scattered across the floor. They crunch on their own tanghulu, sugar crystals catching in the corners of their mouths. They don’t seem concerned about being here. None look malnourished or scared.
What kind of kidnapping operation is this?
The toddler’s eyes remain locked on my untouched treats, a thin line of drool escaping the corner of her mouth. Her own tanghulu casualties lie scattered on the floor beneath her—strawberries separated from the stick, their sugar coating cracked and sticky against the stone floor.
Someone should probably clean that up.
Not me, but… someone.
No one seems to care, though.
“You don’t have to give her any if you don’t want to.” The oldest kid—maybe fifteen—squints at me. “She’s just a glutton. Already wasted hers p>
The toddler’s bottom lip quivers at this betrayal.
“I don’t mind sharing,” I say, surprising myself. I’m still woozy from whatever drug I was given, but clear-headed enough to wonder at my own calm. Shouldn’t I be screaming? Fighting? Looking for escape routes?
Instead, I’m contemplating sharing candy with a drooling toddler and possible fellow kidnappee.
I tap one of my sticks against my palm, testing its stickiness. “Is this place… where you all live p>
He shrugs, his dark hair falling across one eye. “Sometimes. Depends on what’s happening p>
A younger boy pipes up, maybe seven or eight, strawberry juice staining his chin. “It’s one of the safe houses p>
“Safe houses?” I repeat.
“For emergencies!” A girl with braids wrapped around her head like a crown says this like I should already know. “You know, when the bad people come for us p>
The toddler has reached me now, standing so close I can smell the strawberry on her breath. Her fingers tentatively reach upward.
I hold out one of my sticks, and she snatches it with surprising dexterity.
“What’s your name?” I ask her.
“She doesn’t really talk,” the oldest says. “We call her Pip p>
Pip collapses onto her padded bottom right next to me, examining her prize with intense concentration.
“And you are?” I direct this question to the teenager.
“Maddox.” He gestures at the other two. “That’s Finn and Lily p>
“I’m Violet,” I offer, though nobody asked.
“We know,” Lily says, as if I’m an idiot. “You’re the Lycan Queen p>
I blink.
“Uh—no, I’m… not?” I think. Wait, am I?
Lily blinks.
“Why did he bring me here?” I change the subject, pointing to my kidnapper.
“Rowan brings people here when things get dangerous,” Finn explains, wiping the back of his hand over his strawberry-covered chin. “You were in danger, so he brought you too p>
“The hospital isn’t safe,” Lily agrees. “The blood witch will get you p>
I take a tentative bite of my tanghulu. The sugar shatters between my teeth, sweet and crisp before giving way to the tartness of the strawberry beneath.
The man might have a sour face, but he makes great candy.
“What’s a blood witch p>
The children exchange more meaningful glances. Clearly, they know something I don’t.
“The hungry kind,” Finn finally says. “The kind that eats you from inside p>
Pip makes a chomping sound and giggles, oblivious to the ominous nature of Finn’s words. She’s already demolished her strawberries and eyes my remaining stick with naked desire.
I hold it out to her almost automatically. “Here p>
Rowan’s head snaps up from his fruit-dipping. “Don’t spoil her,” he growls, the first words I’ve heard him speak since waking up. His voice is as rough and scary as I remember.
Too late. Pip’s already snatched her treat, cradling it against her chest like treasure.
“Sorry,” I mutter, not feeling sorry at all.
He grunts again. I guess that’s his usual method of communication.
“Am I in danger here p>
He stares at me. “I said, we won’t hurt you p>
Does he really expect me to believe him…? Judging by his impassive face, yes. Yes, he does. “Oh p>
Pip plops herself in my lap without invitation, sticky fingers clutching her tanghulu in one hand while the other pats my arm in what feels like reassurance. It’s clear she no longer thinks I’m going to eat her.
“Why are you all here?” I ask.
“Same as you,” Maddox says with a shrug. “We’re special. Need protection p>
“Special how p>
“Different ways,” he replies evasively. “But the Great One would take us if we weren’t hidden p>
The Great One. Sounds kind of lame, but by the way the other kids shiver, I should be afraid. “Who’s the Great One p>
“She eats people,” Lily says. “Sucks ’em dry ’til they’re a husk. Like a vampire p>