He cut the skin of his palm with a sharp edge. My lips parted when the cut began to heal quickly. When he removed the blade away, one drop of crimson fell in the glass sliding across his palm. I gulped. He grabbed it and outstretched his hand. Deep concern was embedded from my friends' faces. I wasn't certain, either.
My hands were shaking when I advanced my hand. I grasped it and stared down at the liquid. His blood couldn't mix with water. It was swirling in the water. I gagged.
"Drink it. Imagine, it's pomegranate juice." Silver said, offering her best smile.
"It's safe," I saw fading glistening around her palm as Elizabeth waved her hand over the glass. Her magic was beyond my imagination.
I nodded and held my breath before gulping nasty thing through my throat. I was expec
I was sitting under the tree. I wanted him to come, but it wouldn't happen. His memories were eating me up inside, torturing me constantly. I couldn't sleep, Elizabeth did not need to do this. I'd find another way. Aragon should suggest some more names who could help me. "Hi, why are you still not ready?" Elizabeth asked. "We're not going. We talked about it last night," I told her. She sat next to me. I kept toying with the blade of grass. "We're going to see my mom," She chuckled. I glanced at her smiling face, "Your mom? Is she a light faerie?" I asked her. "No, she's Alpha's wife." She giggled again. "You're not kidding," I smiled. "Mary, being the Alpha's wife, has its benefi
I rubbed my eyes. Still, the sight was blurry. I closed my eyes and opened them again. It didn't help. "Emma," Drake said, turning to me. His features were blurred too. I smiled, walking ahead. I held my brother's hand. My head began to pound. He smiled. I blinked, hoping the sight would get clear. Was it because of the curse? I was far away from my shell. This place seemed safe as Burt didn't join us. I stayed behind pretending to look at the view around me. I couldn't see clearly. I could hear them. Elizabeth engulfed her arms around someone. I looked carefully. Her mother. I smiled when they turned to me. Her mother approached and placed her hand on my cheek, "You're Emma. She talked about you and Silver all the time.
I asked for the car keys from Mary. She gave it to me immediately. She was in the kitchen and talking about the place where we were going. "So.." Drake was toying with his car keys, "It's different from King created?" He asked Mary. "Yes, it was generated by the Queen of light, centuries ago," Mary replied. "Em, let me drive." Silver said. She had changed into a pair of jeans and a tank top. I handed her the keys. Elizabeth was looking at me. Her gaze was demanding one thing. I shook my head. "You girls need to talk," Edward said. His hands were fisted over the table. "Nothing to talk about. She's not coming. After meeting your granny, I could imagine crude King Kolstov, he must be a bundle of tricks and lies. Light faerie can't lie o
After two hours of driving in the deep forest, Mary announced that we'd walk. Trees were so thick that the sunlight hardly reached the ground. The sound of wild animals could be heard. Somewhere from the direction of the forest, an owl hooted. In response, my heart thrummed. "It gives an ominous feeling," I told them. "Dark magic!" Mary said, looking forward. Her feet didn't stop for a second. I gazed at Elizabeth for an explanation, "This place is secured by Dark magic. Only a dark Faerie king can do this." "King Kolstov," I said his name in a whisper. My legs were throbbing, "Can we rest for a while?" I was forcing myself to walk. "I can pick you up," Silver grinned at me. We kept walk
My eyes opened with a snap. Dastien! I could feel the pain again in my memories but it felt real. The terror permeated my skin and seeped into my bones. All faces turned and lingered on me, and I clenched my teeth to suppress a shriek as I pushed myself up. My gaze darted around. I wasn't in my room. The walls were red, ancient, expensive furniture, their room was definitely royal. King Kelstov was leaning against the doorframe. His yellow eyes were still on Elizabeth. Arms curled around me, taking me in a choking embrace. I saw Mary grinning with tears. "Girls, careful. Don't hurt her." She muttered. They pulled away immediately. They were grinning but I could see tear tracks, slightly swollen or red eyes. The skin of my cheek
I opened my eyes. My cheek was pressed against something cold. I forced my eyes to open. I saw logs burning and people sitting around it. It was huge and in the shape of a pentacle. The flames were so tall that I could it above their heads too. I could feel the slight heat. But the cool wind made it worse. My body trembled when I saw bars. I pushed myself up, jamming my hands against the cold metal. I heard laughter. My gaze drifted around. I was caged. The mocking, monstrous faces looked at me. Dread rolled through my belly. I drew in a sharp breath when I felt a sharp pain at the side of my head. A hand waved and I saw dark smoke in the air. I fall back on the metal ground. I tried but I couldn't gather the strength to sit. I held my hand to my temple. It hurt when my fingers pressed softly. Where are you
I felt all the more dreadful. Cassandra was hovering over my head. Her gaze cut through me and I felt paralyzed. I pushed myself up, drifting my gaze around. "Finally you're fully awake," Cassandra said, with a smile. Her real smile astounded me. Werewolves tearing heads from their bodies, dead bodies, faeries fighting, faces of king Ricinus, King Kelstov, Prince Stipe plagued my thoughts. "I'm not married, right?" I asked with a scared tone, with big eyes. My chin began to tremble. I held my tears. They fed on human pain. They tormented humans and mocked their suffering. I swung my legs off the bed and padded across the room. It was a different room. "You're not married." She said.
They'd really transformed into a badass. I grabbed my backpack. It was heavy for me. My phone buzzed. I took it out of my pocket and stared at the message. 'Samantha has asked for your number. Is she troubling you?' I sat down on the bed and clicked on the reply. I typed quickly. 'No, everything is fine.' I grabbed the bag and got up, hauling it behind me. Mom was waiting in the hall. My phone buzzed again. I clicked on open glancing down. 'I didn't give her your number. ' "What's making you frown?" She asked. I softly bit my lower lip, "Samantha wanted my number but Drake refused her." I told her. Was it wish? Soon, I'd know from her reaction. "He did the ri