Page 206 of Once Upon a Fable

No.

Understanding bulldozed through me.

No, no. Please, no.

Kicking away the rest of the blanket, I froze in horror. The leather cuff around my ankle—the same one he’d asked about then looked pleased when I’d admitted to trying to remove and failed—was now linked to the chain curled in the middle of the kitchen.

My head throbbed as I followed the links, chasing the coil, swallowing hard as Kas sat taller and moved his arms, kindly showing me where the chain finished.

Buckled around his waist, it was padlocked into position. A tether from his body to mine.

I grabbed the chain with both hands, investigating how strong it was, searching for a weakness. “Get this thing off me.”

Kas sighed and lowered the bowl of pasta to the floor. “Let’s just get this over with, shall we?”

“Get the key. Right now.”

“I won’t do that.”

“I looked after you! I nursed you for ten days, you monster. And this is how you repay me?” I laughed, brutal and borderline hysterical. “You can’t do this. Irefuseto let you do this!”

“It’s already done.”

“It can beundone.Get the damn key.”

His eyes tightened as his jaw clenched beneath his scruff. “Are you listening, Gemma Ashford?”

“No. Hell no. I’ll never listen to a thing you say—”

“I suggest you forget everything that ever existed outside of this valley. You no longer have a family, a career, a home. You are simply Gemma, and that is all you’ll ever be. You don’t have to worry about others missing you; you don’t have to run to be free. You no longer exist to anyone but me.”

“You’re delusional!”

He continued as if I hadn’t yelled an insult. “My advice? Don’t resist this. Just accept it. It’s easier that way.”

“Accept? I’ll never accept—”

“You will, eventually.” Brushing aside a strand of long hair that’d fallen by his cheek, he murmured, “I’m telling you from experience that there is no way out of this. The padlocks cannot be opened without a key. The chain can’t be cut, smashed, or broken. You’ve already tested for yourself the impossibility of removing that cuff. We’re bound now. Where you go, I go. Where I go, you go. I am the only thing that matters to you, just like you are the only thing that matters to me.”

“You willnevermatter to me. You’ve just made sure of that by trapping me again! You’ve chosen my fate on my behalf. You’ve taken away my freedom and my future and you expect me to accept it? No. Just no! You’re as bad as the men who trapped you here. If you know what it’s like to be a prisoner, why are you doing it to me? Why delude yourself into thinking I’ll stay here? Even if you bury me beneath a thousand chains and wrap me in a million padlocks, I’ll never stop searching for a way out. Never! Do you hear me?”

“I’m sorry.” His eyes narrowed, black and merciless. “I truly am. But I’m also not going to let you go.”

“Then you’re not sorry.”

He shrugged. “You’re right. I’m glad.”

“Glad?!”

He had the audacity to half-smile. “I can finally relax. You get what you wanted and have free range of my home. The chain is long enough for you to enter any room you wish on the ground floor. I will feel you as you move. The thread between us will always be there, reminding us that we are not alone. You will never have to step foot in that basement again because I will always be alerted of your presence.”

He leaned forward, eagerness sparking on his wild face. “We’ll work side by side. I’ll show you how to cultivate, how to hunt, how to prepare game, and gather everything else required for the day winter arrives.”

“And if I kill you instead?” I crossed my arms, rage flowing through my veins. “If I murder you in your sleep and hack that belt from your waist, what then?”

“Then...” He rolled his shoulders. “I guess I’ll be dead, and you’ll be free.”

“You don’t sound afraid.”