CHAPTER 308: AM I FREE?

Her mouth opened before she could will herself to scramble out and simply dash back to the room and ignore him.

"No! The other bottle. Clearly, it’s the conditioner first!" she grumbled under her breath, not expecting that Fervor would even listen to her.

With her shoulders high as she prepared to fight him off the next second, she struggled to get out of the tub when she suddenly heard him respond.

Turning around to do as she said.

"Okay! The green one?" he asked her, and for a second Fiona didn’t respond.

Her brows scrunched together as she tried to figure out exactly what he was up to and how he was trying to deceive her.

"I’m not going to fuck you," Fiona responded, fixing her gaze on him for a few seconds before turning around to lean back into the tub, submerging her entire body in.

Without seeing a need to speak again, she began to undress herself, careful to ensure that the water was completely soapy so she wouldn’t have to see the horrifying scars that covered every inch of her body.

Tossing the dress out to the ground even as she closed her eyes.

The water was warmer, almost scalding, and Fiona enjoyed it that way, hoping that it got even hotter when she heard the sound of Fervor turning the hot water off and the cold water on to balance it out.

Fiona was still frowning at the interruption when she felt a slight tug on her hair, aware that it was Fervor when she felt him pull her hair out of the tub, even as he began to lather it with soap.

His fingers rubbing into the base of her scalp in a way that made her eyes flutter closed in pleasure that might as well have felt like pain.

As she opened her mouth to speak again, loud enough for her voice to echo through the bathroom in a way that Fervor would have still heard even if he had been blocking his ears.

"I’m not going to fuck you or anyone! Neither am I going to get pregnant!" Fiona told him, not caring whether or not he listened as she continued to feel his hands against the scalp of her head.

’I’d rather just die!’ she thought to herself. The thought of having any child have a mother like her was a curse she couldn’t allow. No matter how cruel she might sometimes be, there was something she herself couldn’t allow to happen.

"As long as you’re willing, we can figure out alternatives!" Fervor spoke from behind her, even as she felt him continue to gently massage her hair in a way that was nice—almost too nice—and showed that he had never had to wash a woman’s hair before, and definitely not one as dirty as hers.

"You mean you could simply allow yourself to be fucked and carry the baby instead?" Fiona asked in a dry tone that sounded like she was a hundred percent serious, even if her words sounded more like an immense joke that had been told on purpose.

But instead of going with it, Fervor simply shook his head in a serious manner as he responded in a tone more serious than he had used since he entered Fiona’s room.

"No! But someone else could get pregnant while you pretended to be pregnant at the same time. Once she gives birth, we can arrange for the child to be William’s blood."

"I won’t be surprised if the child was indeed his," Fiona mumbled in response under her breath, even as she stared at the bathroom walls in a daze.

She wasn’t stupid.

The more time she had had to herself while she recovered from her failed attempt, the more she had realized how stupid she had been with William.

The stories of the men her father had killed being him didn’t match up, and the more she thought about it, the more confident she was that William wasn’t even her mate.

He had bonded with her, and when he died, she hadn’t felt a thing. Since she hadn’t bonded with him yet, the repercussion wouldn’t be as bad, but regardless, nothing spoke volumes about the state of the bond.

’Lies! Nothing but lies!’ she thought to herself, her lashes fluttering shut as she realized that even now as she sat in the tub, she was definitely being fed the same exact thing, if not worse.

’Follows one command to ensure that he has me under his thumb!’ Fiona thought to herself as she struggled not to explode in laughter at the incredulity of her own stupidity.

’I’ve been a fool and even now...’ she thought to herself, her eyes still tightly shut as she felt Fervor slowly continue to massage the grime from her scalp.

The more Fiona thought about it, the more convinced she was that she would be a fool to allow herself to believe anything that came out of Fervor’s mouth.

And almost like he could see the doubt plastered right across her face, Fervor slowly began to speak.

"If you go to your father... you’ll regret it! He says William scarred you, but think about it—William barely had any reason to!"Fiona heard him say, and she couldn’t help but nod her head.

’Barely? Like he needed a reason to!’ she thought to herself, recalling the folder she had seen on the table the day she had gone to the council meeting.

She had been scared out of her mind to meet her father, but that hadn’t prevented her from taking a peek at whatever was in the folder—and it was gruesome.

Enough to give even her nightmares!

"You make it sound like I’m free to leave whenever I can!" Fiona responded in a cold tone, jerking her head back and out of his hands the next instant with a clearly annoyed expression in her eyes as she turned to look at him.

"Am I? Am I free to leave?" she asked again, watching him and every one of his movements as she held his gaze and watched as a crinkle of a smile slowly moved to the edge of his lips.