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“How are you enjoying our food?” King Sylvian asks, his lips curved into a smile that lights up his ridiculously beautiful face. “I imagine it's better than most prisoners get,” I tell him honestly. “Prisoner?” he repeats, smirking. “If I was going to tie you up, it wouldn't be to make you my prisoner.” Horrified, I ask, “Then why would you tie me up?” He blinks at me slowly and leans forward over the table. “For fun.” I'm almost too terrified to speak. “For you.” “For you too, I promise,” he says, flashing a wicked grin. I shake my head, feeling like I've swallowed glass. “Not me. Never me.” He leans back in his chair looking troubled. “It would be to slow things down. To make it last…” “I'd rather you make my death quick.” King Ashton, who sits beside him and has been obviously listening to our conversation, laughs. “No surprise there. She'd choose death over riding your caterpillar.” “Python,” King Sylvian corrects grumpily. King Ashton winks. “You keep telling yourself that.” I stare, having no idea what they're talking about. King Sylvian studies his nails. “Better a caterpillar than a two second ride.” Something ticks in King Aston’s jaw. “I can increase this ride any time I want. It'd take a blessing from the gods for you to reach half my length.” “You're just lucky the wind fae women are used to being disappointed.” “I imagine the earth fae women are easily impressed.” King Cassius sighs from beside me. “Is this really the conversation you want to have with the Chosen One? Your brainless heads can think of nothing better?” “Old Buzzkill is here again,” King Ashton mutters under his breath. GET IT HERE --> https://www.amazon.com/Into-The-Labyrinth/dp/B0GH8XK5FW