Kidnapping was not Daniel’s plan, but when he met a man who seemed unaffected by his magic, Daniel couldn’t just let him go.
Eren has every reason to hate Daniel, and no reason at all to like him. He’s not some fairytale to be kept in a glass room at the top of a tower. And he’s definitely going to have to rescue himself. He has a mother and girlfriend to get back to, after all, and a life waiting for him.
But the hardest part of escaping proves to be his reluctance to leave a man who is much more than he at first seemed…
The Glass Prince
Daniel Everwood decided to kidnap Luke Eren Berkeley as an afterthought. Well, he certainly never planned it out.
He never employed a driver, as he believed in being able to get from point A to point B without the help of someone else. As much as he enjoyed being an awe-inspiring celebrity, he didn’t enjoy being crammed into the close confines of a vehicle.
Daniel had been driving from his Tower to the florist—his florist did home visits, but even Daniel wasn’t so self-contained he could stay in his Tower forever. He needed an excuse to leave the place and breathe in some fresh air, and that’s when he saw Luke.
He stopped his car, rolled down the window and put his head out, feeling incredibly awkward. Daniel Everwood never stopped for anyone. People stopped for him.
“Hey Luke… er,” he remembered what Luke had been called at home “… Eren?” he called. The young man, who’d been engrossed in fiddling with his phone, looked up quickly. His eyes lit with recognition, but there wasn’t any joy in it. He appeared to be weary.
“Mr. Everwood,” Eren said from the pavement, a good five feet away from Daniel and refusing to move closer. Daniel found it absolutely annoying. Why wouldn’t he come closer? Daniel frowned as two more people walked over to join Eren. And what was that ghastly noise in the background?
“What’re you doing here?” Daniel asked.
“Waiting for a bus,” Eren informed him, looking at something behind Daniel. “You know, the bus is behind you.”
Ah, that explained the noise: the annoyed bus driver was honking for him to get out of the way. Daniel threw a look over his shoulder and made an impulsive decision. He unlocked the car door and drew back. “Get in.”
“No, I think… I’d rather not.” While he didn’t expect Eren to jump into the car, he was irritated that the boy hadn’t even moved a step closer.
“I can’t be here all day,” Daniel snapped. “I’ll drive you wherever you’re going.”
“No, need to bother, really,” Eren hedged. He took a step back and Daniel scowled.
“Get in the car. You’re holding back the bus.”
Eren looked at Daniel with an expression of disbelief and Daniel braced himself for some verbal comeback, but in the end, all Eren did was nod, move towards the car, pull open the door, and get in.
As they pulled out of the bus stop, the bus driver stuck his head out of his side, “Fucking asshole, you are—”
Daniel slowed the car and looked back, then snapped his fingers. The windshield of the bus erupted in a series of glass spikes that had the driver rearing back in horror. Daniel smiled as he turned around to face the road. His good deed for the day was done.
He faced his silent passenger and smirked. “Where do you want to be dropped off?”
“I don’t want to make you late for anything,” Eren replied quickly. “Just down the block.”
“You could have walked that distance, not taken the bus,” Daniel told him. He was clearly being lied to and he didn’t like it. He turned to Eren and glared. “Now, where were you going?”
“To the movies at CinemaCity, I’m meeting Annabelle there.”
Daniel gripped the steering wheel tighter. He looked at Eren and snarled. “Seriously, you can do better.” Annabelle didn’t even know just how special Eren was.
“Your girlfriend is not good enough for you,” Daniel explained tightly. “She’s rather plain and… not very—”
“Fuck you,” Eren snapped. “I’m sick of this. I think you’re stalking me: you show up at my work place, you show up at my house and now you’re… you’re insulting my girlfriend. You have no right to say anything bad about Annabelle. She’s one of the nicest people around. Just because all you have is your stupid Tower and your friends are avoiding you, it doesn’t mean…” Eren trailed off, probably realising he’d said far too much.
Daniel let go of the steering wheel as glass shards formed in his palm. They ripped through the leather glove of his left hand and emerged as a jagged mess of layers of glass. He pulled the set out and placed it carefully on the dashboard, out of reach. When he looked over at Eren, he’d retreated as far back from Daniel as possible and was looking at him with wide-eyed horror.
Daniel tried to keep his arms to his side of the car and look away from Eren, which was as close as he could get to looking harmless. Every time his temper got the better of him, his magic went wild, even though he tried to take precautions against it. He just needed to get out, off the road, so he could calm down without damaging his car. He changed lanes carefully, knowing the turnoff to CinemaCity was coming up.
“Let me out,” Eren growled.
When Daniel looked at him, Eren was crouched on the seat, his head down, hair falling over his eyes. “In a bit,” he said as calmly as possible, though his hands continued to shake. He needed to change lanes. He couldn’t stop in the middle of the road with the oncoming traffic in both directions.
He had to concentrate on the cars rushing on the next lane, and he couldn’t get worked up, though Eren had hit close to home. He hadn’t seen Lucian in over a week. It was the longest he’d gone without seeing his childhood friend since the time he’d spent at hospital.
“I said, let me out!” Eren pulled at the door handle.
“Don’t,” Daniel snapped. In the next lane, cars were zooming by. If Eren were to open the door, Daniel would lose the car door, as well as his passenger, in a matter of seconds.
“No,” Eren shouted. “Just let me out now and I… oh, my God, I’m calling the police!” He pulled out his cell phone and started to dial, probably 911.
“Oh, for crying out loud.” said Daniel, reaching forward to grab the cell phone, but a car cut in front of him. Cursing, Daniel braked and Eren, not wearing a seatbelt, shot forward. Daniel put a hand forward to catch him before he hit his head.
“Don’t touch me!”
“Now you’re overreacting,” Daniel pulled his hand back.
“I don’t think so,” Eren said, reaching for the car door again. “You’re all alike, thinking you can just scare the crap out of people and play around them like… like… playthings,” he spat as he pulled at the car lock insistently.
“That’s rather descriptive of you.”
“Fuck you,” Eren said in a high-pitched voice, fear evident. “Just let me out.” He tried to open the car door, although the car was still moving.
Soon, he’d either break the car door or set off the alarm, a car safety-design feature Daniel had not considered a bother before.
There was a semi pulling up on the passenger side and the turnoff was still not clear. He tried to turn the car anyway, but the semi flew past them. The driver slowed down just enough to flash his middle finger as he drove past and Daniel felt his anger take form. He was going to find that stupid-ass driver and shove a piece of glass three feet wide up his—
Eren made another desperate gasp for the door, this time throwing himself physically against it.
“Sit back,” snarled Daniel and pushed Eren back into the seat forcefully with his hand, eyes fixed on the turnoff. There was a gap in the traffic and he drove through it. His right hand felt odd, but he ignored it. He shouldn’t have taken off his glove. The magic dampeners at least made his magic manageable.
“There, now we’re—” He turned around slowly to look at Eren and groaned. He looked at his hand and a wave of understanding swept over him. A glass cylinder the size of his arm had emerged from his palm and he had used it to club Eren back into the seat. Eren might have been immune to magic, but he wasn’t immune to blunt-force damage and glass, magical or otherwise, still packed a punch.
There was a lot of blood.
It was on the white seat covers, on Eren’s clothes, and all over Daniel’s arm. He was struggling to sit up, his eyes open in panic, blood pooling on his face. Daniel fumbled with the glove compartment and pulled out a calming spray he kept for when he was feeling stressed. He pulled out the spray and hit Eren in the face with a full tab, and instantly, Eren slumped back into the seat, eyes glazed. Daniel cursed as he took the turn with burning rubber. He almost drove up the pavement before he got control of the car and looked around for a place to park.
He managed to drive slowly for a couple of feet along the pavement before he realised he was at the entrance of CinemaCity, at the no-parking zone, and his white car was starting to draw attention. He was glad he had tinted windows.
Daniel swore as he drove off in the direction of the hospital. He hadn’t meant to hit Eren. He didn’t want anything to happen to him. He slowed for a red light and Eren groaned, shaking his head.
Not dead, but he had a nosebleed. And—when Eren leaned forward and threw up violently in the car—probably a concussion. Had Daniel hit him that hard? He couldn’t remember, but relief when Eren opened his eyes made his body sag and he drove automatically as the lights changed colour. Eren acted more alive, there was strength in his movements. If he were to take Eren to the hospital, people would know.
Lucian would know, his parents would know, and if there was a police report, Daniel’s probation would be over and he might even be thrown in jail for a couple of days. It wouldn’t do. Daniel didn’t think he could survive in prison, nor the prison could survive him. He drove past the hospital, head down. He would come back if Eren was seriously sick. For now, the calming spray seemed to be holding. Then again, Daniel might have given Eren a rather high dose. Daniel had built up immunity for calming potions, as he’d been using it since he was a child.
The interior of the car stank of blood and vomit, but he didn’t dare lower the windows, not wanting anyone to see them. He drove carefully, under the speed limit and finally came to a stop—in his parking garage. He’d been concentrating on Eren so much that he’d driven on instinct back home.
He looked at Eren and sighed. He would take Eren to his flat and help him clean up. Then he’d offer Eren a change of clothes and—and some monetary compensation for what Daniel had done, so Eren wouldn’t go to the police or worse yet, to a celebrity rag.
It would have to do.
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