He screamed again, and it sent me rushing forward. Doyle was suddenly in front of me. He must have been guarding the other doors. "You cannot stop them once they have begun to feed."
"Why is he screaming? It shouldn't hurt that much." I tried to get past him, and he grabbed my arm.
"No, Meredith, no."
Galen shrieked long and loud, his body arching against the chains. The movement dislodged some of the demi-fey, and I glimpsed why he was screaming. His groin was a bloody mess. They were taking flesh as well as blood.
Rhys hissed, "Bloody beasts."
Doyle tightened his grip on my arm.
"They're mutilating him," I protested.
"He will heal."
I tried to pull away but his fingers were like something welded to my skin. "Doyle, please?"
"I am sorry, Princess."
Galen shrieked, and the rock strained under the pull of his body, but the chains held. "This is excessive and you know it."
"The prince is within his rights to punish Galen for disobeying him." He tried to pull me farther away, as if that would make it better.
"No, Doyle, if Galen has to endure it, I won't look away. Now let go of me."
"You promise not to do anything rash?"
"My word," I said.
He released me, and when I touched his shoulder, he moved to one side so my view was unobstructed. The wings were every color of the rainbow, and some that the rainbow could only dream of-huge wings bigger than my hands flexing slowly in and out above brief glimpses of Galen's nearly nude body. His pants were down around his ankles, and there was no other clothing that I could see. There was a terrible beauty to the scene, like a very pretty slice of hell.
One set of wings was larger than the others, like huge pale swallow-tailed kites. It was Queen Niceven herself feasting just above his groin. I had an idea. "Queen Niceven," I said, "it does not become a queen to do the dirty work of a prince."
She raised her small pale face and hissed at me, her lips and chin red with Galen's blood, the front of her white gown splattered with crimson.
I held up the hand with the ring on it. "I am to be named coheir tonight."
"What is that to me?" Her voice was like evil bells, sweet and disturbing.
"A queen deserves better than the blood of a sidhe lord."
She watched me with tiny pale eyes. She was all leprous in her paleness, like a tiny ghost.
"What do you offer that is more tender than this?"
"Not more tender, but more powerful. The blood of a sidhe princess for the queen of the demi-fey."
She stared at me, one dainty hand wiping at the blood on her mouth. She rose on huge luna-moth wings to fly toward me. The others continued to feed. Niceven hovered in front of my face, her wings making a small current of air against my skin. "You would take his place?"
Doyle said, "No, Princess."
I silenced him with a gesture. "I offer Queen Niceven of the demi-fey my blood. The blood of a sidhe princess is too fine a prize to be shared."
Frost and Rhys moved up beside Doyle. They watched us as if they'd never seen such a show before.
Niceven licked her lips with a tiny tongue like the petal of a flower. "You would let me take blood from you?"
I held up a finger to her. "Let him go, and you may pierce my skin and drink."
"Prince Cel petitioned that we ruin this one's manhood."
"As Doyle said, it will heal. Why would the prince ask a favor of the demi-fey for something that is not permanent damage?"
She hovered near my finger for all the world like a butterfly inspecting a flower. "That, you have to ask Prince Cel." She turned her gaze from my finger to my face. "You should have heard what he wanted us to do at first. Wanted us to ruin him for life, but the queen does not allow her lovers to be damaged goods." Niceven hovered close to my face, her tiny hand touching the tip of my nose. "Prince Cel reminded me that he will be king someday." She touched my lips lightly with those diminutive fingers. "I reminded him that he does not rule here yet, and that I would not risk Queen Andais's anger for him."
"What did he say to that?"
"He took the compromise. We taste royal blood and flesh, both precious, and for tonight this one will be useless in the queen's bed." She frowned, arms crossing over her tiny chest. "I do not know why he is jealous of this one and not the others."
"It is not the queen's bed he was trying to keep Galen out of," I said.
She cocked her head to one side, long spiderweb hair trailing around her. "You?"
I waggled the ring at her. "I have been ordered to sleep with a guard tonight."
"And this one would have been your choice?"
I nodded.
Niceven smiled. "Cel is jealous of you."
"Not in the way you mean, Queen Niceven. Do we have a bargain, my blood for your sweet mouth, and Galen goes free?"
She stayed hovering near my face for a few seconds more, then nodded. "We have a bargain.
Extend your arm and give me a place to land."
"Free Galen first, then by all means feed."
"As you like." She flew back to the others, and whatever she said to them scattered them ceilingward in a bright colored cloud. Galen's pale, pale green skin was covered in tiny red bites; thin lines of blood began to trail across his skin like an invisible red pen trying to connect the dots.
"Unchain him and see to his wounds," I said. Rhys and Frost moved to obey me. Only Doyle stayed nearby as if he didn't trust one of us, or any of us.