All Chapters of The Fae Serenade.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 45

“As you both know already. There are no rules for the Dance of the Dead, but any last words to each other?” The announcer asks as he looks between me and Darius.Darius grins, baring his fangs as his gaze rakes over me like I am nothing but a prey to him. “I’ll enjoy ripping your chest open. Or maybe I’ll start with your head.”I don't answer. Instead, I take a step back, spinning my staff in a tight arc, the weight of it is steady in my grip. Darius taunts don't rattle me. If anything, they only stoke the fire in my veins. Good. The world will be better with his blood spilled on this sand.“I can make your death quick if you let me give the audience what I know they would love,” he says suddenly, just as the announcer leaves, signifying the start of the match.“And what might that be?” I already know. But I ask anyway.His tongue flicks over a fang. “Ever heard of voyeurism? I could give you the best release of your life before I blow your brains out.”My fingers tighten around the s

“You confuse me, Sven,” I say as he drops me at the edge of the bed in my room. He doesn't say anything in response, just backs away and stares at me with green eyes which seems to be filled with thoughts I'm not privy to. “You don't like me…”“And why do you think I don't like you? I don't remember telling you that I didn't,” he says, voice oddly calm as if he didn't just say something that leaves me extremely perplex. “I'm a Fae. That alone tells me you hate me, Sven.”He tilts his head. “It does?”“Stop pretending. You hate my kind.”“I understand my actions can be confusing, but that doesn't mean I hate you, my little Fae,” he smiles at me and it only makes my heart flutter and cheeks burn. “I knew about your existence since you entered my Kingdom, Olivia. Yet, I did nothing. Shouldn't that tell you that I don't hate you?”“I don't know. You tell me. After all, you're the master at being unpredictable.”He laughs, a low deep chuckle as he cocks an eyebrow at me. “Let's forget abo

My ankle has now swollen to the point that the chain around my ankles is now tighter than it has ever been. I cannot feel my legs as I prepare for my match which is in the next few hours. I’m wearing the dirty clothes from my match yesterday, not like I have much choice either way. Besides, I could care less. Not when I am literally stepping out to die especially since Adrian had broken my staff into two just last night so it is basically useless. A faint sigh escapes my lips as I begin to tie my hair into a rough bun. Just then I hear a knock on my door. I know it’s not king Sven since he does not knock, so it could probably be Adrian again coming to laugh at my face before I die in my upcoming match. Before I can say anything, the door twists open and Maggi steps in. “Gracious cessi, you look terrible,” is the first thing she says once she sets her eyes on me. She closes the door behind her and walks further into the room, looking around it like it’s anything special. “My first