CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
EMMA ENDLESS
“Emma….”
“Emma….”
“Emma.”
He was back again. Of course, he was. I might have left the castle, but I hadn’t been able to keep away from Oberon. He was always there, always tormenting me one way or another. If it wasn’t words, it was touches.
Caressing, pulling, poking, pinching. Anything to make me uncomfortable. I hadn’t told the others, because I didn’t trust that either Bradley or Clark wouldn’t do something stupid. I thought that Nia knew though, from the way she looked at me, and sometimes made excuses on my behalf when I had to wander into the woods at random moments.
I had been sleeping when I’d heard him calling my name. I woke, to the feeling of his hands tracing my hips, of his tongue on my neck. I bolted up right. Oberon stood over me
