~Faye I can’t explain why, but hearing that hit me right in the chest. Tayten is plain beautiful. She has the same natural, foreign beauty T has, that has intrigued me the entire time he has been here. When I look at this stranger in front of me, I see her and T being perfect for each other, possibly even being mates. The thought of that, no matter how much I dispute it, has gotten under my skin, and now I can’t ignore it. “We can bring you inside, to see him,” I say, my voice shaking slightly, and not from fear of her. I hate myself for feeling this way. T would simply laugh at me for even considering unwanted feelings coming in. I’ve fallen right into his plan.

~Faye Ultimately my first reaction is surprise. This is my first kiss. Ever. It isn’t what I thought it would be, in the moment. Never would I have thought it would be with Cal either, a Huntsman who gets paid under the table to take people’s lives. Yet here I am, in this situation unable to think of anything else but the Huntsman. His lips are soft, compared to his entire demeanour. His hands are gentle on my hips, not making any rough advancements. It’s so odd, and yet, I’m not pulling away. Completely entranced by the feel and taste of him, it is only until he himself pulls away, shocking me out of that. My fingers uninte

~Faye The sight is almost nauseating. Taking tentative steps toward the bed, I try scout out the situation. All I know, is that T is on the bed, possibly having lost his life somehow, or perhaps even taken someone else’s “T?” … “What’s going on? Are you okay?” I ask softly, trying to keep my eyes on his face, rather than the rest of his body, which I almost can’t see under all the blood. His eyes suddenly flutter open at the sound of my voice, and instantly snap to me. Blood streaks through hair, down his cheeks and his neck, where it spreads out across his entire body, and most of the bed. As if the blood meant nothing to him, he sits up swiftly, pulls his feet out of the bed, and stands, not seeming injured in the s

~Faye I’m out of the bed in record time. “Why am I here?” I gasp, looking from the bed, to T, who slides out of bed, watching me warily. He’s clearly still plagued by sleep, while I’m shocked awake. He stares at me blearily, as if he can’t believe that I’m actually standing in his bedroom right now. I don’t blame him. I want to tear at my mind to stop whoever is controlling me. T sweeps his hand through his bed mussed hair, blinking a few times before he concentrates on me again. “That’s a great question,” he mutters, gaze wandering down my body. When I glance down, I see I’m wearing my nightdress, which is torn near the hip, and covere

~Faye I stare the amount of work that spread across my desk, begging to be sifted through. My head falls straight into the paper, feeling the impact of the wood underneath on my forehead. My eyes burn bright crimson from staring under harsh light at scrawly handwriting. I’ve been here for what feels like hours, and I have a feeling it’s not going to get done in the next few hours. “You should really take a break.” I jump at the sound of a voice. I haven’t heard the sound of another person in hours. Actually, these past three weeks have been completely devoid of contact with anyone. So hearing a voice, especially familiar one feels so good. Cal stands at the doorframe. He’