“Thinking of yourself doesn’t make you selfish, Kas.”

He shrugged, looking away. “I asked for three things. Two of which she granted me.”

“Can you tell me?”

He kept his eyes downcast, murmuring, “I wished for this place to be forgotten. That all the people associated with it would die.”

“And?”

“And that my family would be kept safe.” He looked up, almost shy as if I’d mock him for such a noble wish. Didn’t he see that even though he’d used his wishes, he’d still used them to benefit others? There was nothing in those requests about him personally. Nothing to help—

“My third wish never came true, though.” Running his fingers down the splint binding his broken arm, he shrugged again. “I understand why. I’ve done too much. Caused too much damage.”

Kneeling beside him, I couldn’t fight the urge not to reach out. Resting my hand on the top of his, I asked quietly, “What was your third wish?”

I already knew.

I knew the fable.

I’d read the book.

And I saw the wish in his eyes. The haunting need to believe he was worthy of it someday, even though he still believed he didn’t.

“Happiness,” he breathed. “I wished for happiness.”

And once again, I found myself playing along with his hallucinations. “Well, you’re in luck, Kassen Sands.” I bent over him, whispering in his ear. “I am who you think I am. And your third wish will come true. I’ll make sure of it.”

He sucked in a breath. His entire body vibrated. Then he grabbed me, spun me, and tucked my back against his front. Spooning me with his body, he threw his leg over mine, trapping me better than any rope or chain.

“I’ll be yours forever if you grant it.” He nuzzled the back of my neck. “Completely yours. Eternally in your debt. If you make me happy? God, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you in return.” He placed a delicate kiss on my nape, inhaling me as if he couldn’t bear to let me go.

So many pieces of me screamed to run, hating how vulnerable I was. I’d permitted him to once again disarm me, bind me, and place me entirely at his mercy.

I couldn’t keep doing this. Couldn’t continue letting a damn kiss scramble my mind.

You can’t forget he isn’t normal, Gem.

He was unstable, violent, and had an abusive history—all perfect ingredients in creating a mass murderer with mental issues.

I didn’t stand a chance against him physically. I knew that.

My only hope was to stay immune to him. To ignore my moronic heart and guard myself against the multiple pieces of him all scrambling for salvation.

I stiffened in his arms, calculating how best to untangle myself from his hot embrace.

Only, he felt me shift. He groaned sleepily, nuzzling into my hair again. “You want to leave me, too?”

I swallowed hard. If he was falling asleep again, I ran the risk of a different Kas waking up. “We left dinner across the room...I’ll-I’ll go fetch it.”

“I’m not hungry.” He kissed my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “Stay. Please...don’t go.”

My stomach knotted in pain. “I’m not leaving. I’ll just—”

“I’m happy with you in my arms. I’ve never felt so...calm. Stay. Just a little longer.”

The knot in my belly twisted into barbwire. Once again, he imprisoned me with brutal honesty and a voice layered with loss.

Closing my eyes, I squeezed back tears.

“Say you won’t go. Not yet.” He inched closer, flushing our bodies tight together. “I don’t want this to end.”

I thought of my brother and how distraught I’d be if Josh ever suffered what Kas had. I thought of Kas’s family, none the wiser to his torture—most likely thinking their son was dead after so many years.

I thought of the decade he’d been alone with no one to speak to, to touch, to hold.

And it was no longer a choice to stay or to go.

My body relaxed in his comforting cocoon. Exhaustion crept over me, gleefully sucking me into darkness now that I’d finally stopped fighting. Clouds entered my mind, foggy delirium from the past nine days of doing my best to keep him alive, all while surviving the madness of this forgotten house, popping like iridescent bubbles.

“I’ll stay.” I yawned. “I’ll grant whatever happiness I can.”

He didn’t reply.

His breathing leveled with sleep, soft and even. His arms loosened around me.

I stupidly snuggled closer.

I felt safe.

Protected.

Wanted.

For one night only, we were friends who fell into happy dreams together.

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

COMING BACK TO LIFE had a strange texture.

Awareness came over me gradually. The return of sight as I blinked and looked around the dawn-glowing library. A chair that looked big enough to be a throne pushed against the many shelves housing fictional classics and non-fictional manuals. Blankets strewn on the thick carpet, creating mayhem in orderly perfection.

The room was familiar.

The scent of leather and pages not jarring or foreign. I recognized it. Ghosts flittered in my mind’s eye. Girls and boys scurrying in the dark to borrow books. A man standing guard at all times with his whip.

I tried to focus on those ghosts, only for them to dissolve into dust.

I blinked again, the visions fading, leaving only a familiar room curtained with secrets.

Movement came next, the urge to sit up sending shockwaves of pain, bruises, and bone-deep agony through every part of me.

Christ.

I sat upright slowly, swaying as my nervous system assessed why my body hurt so much. I scanned the splint bracing my arm, the blackened bruises along my legs, the bandage around my shin, the countless scrapes and cuts on my chest.

What the hell happened to me?

My heart suddenly raced, remembering things my mind refused to share. Panic hissed in my blood. Something about this room. This house. This place.

Raising my good arm, I ran fingers through my long hair, finding it combed and tended instead of the usual knotty mess. Come to think of it, my body was clean—despite the obvious trauma it’d been through.

Who had looked after me?

There’s no one here.

My mind unlocked that fact as certainty. Eleven years. Just me.

Unfortunately, with that memory came a cascade of sickness and images.

I choked and buckled over my knees, tumbling into chaos.

The fractures inside me were widening, sucking giant pieces of me, erasing all my valuable parts, my worthy, positive, and honorable parts, leaving me with gaping holes of excrement.

I needed my family.

I needed their light to keep me from the dark.

I didn’t care that it was late afternoon. I didn’t worry that it’d been weeks since I’d said goodbye and had no clue how to find them.

I couldn’t stay in this place for another moment.

I’d done what I needed. I’d memorized the files Storymaker had on us. I’d burned them to ash so no one could follow, and I’d buried the guests who would never hurt another person.

I’d waited as long as I could to see if anyone would arrive. If any of Storymaker’s contacts would investigate why Fables had gone so quiet.

But no one had ventured here in over a month.

I’d been patient. I’d been wise.

But now? Now, I was being eaten alive by this monstrous house, and I had to go.

Packing a bag with some food and water, I stepped out of Fables for the last time.

And, in some serendipitous, ironic, cruel-as-fuck timing, three men smiled from the front garden.

A man with a groomed white beard and expensive suit glittered in the sunlight, flanked by two fierce guards, their hands resting on the holsters of their guns.