Page 24 of Brutal Fae King
I see the pair of them together. Her lips on him, and his hands on her. Unclothed, together, under the sheets, wrapping around each other, her sweet voice rising in—
No! She’s mine!
Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, a glowing spot appears on my senses.
Her aura! It just… appeared?
How did she just disappear and then reappear?
Unless she…teleported?!
NO!
I break into a sprint, barreling my way through the castle toward her aura. As I sprint, my thoughts keep ticking on. But I can’t sensehim.That’s weird.
At least, ifhewas teleporting her places, then I would have sensed him, at least for a moment. If he was carrying her, he’d have to teleport here himself, and I would have sensed him if I was looking in my aura senses like I am now.
So… did she teleport herself? Can she do that? It seems possible for the lost queen.
Before long, I turn a corner, and I see her. Just standing in the middle of the corridor, like she wasn’t supposed to be in the dungeons right now.
“You!”I snarl. “What are you doing here?! How did you escape your cell?!”
She doesn’t answer. I storm even closer—and then catch her expression.
She… doesn’t look like herself. Her green eyes are wide, staring at nothing. Her usually rosy cheeks have gone pale. She holds herself as if she’s going to fall apart.
Something’s wrong. If she teleported, it doesn’t look as if she did it on purpose.
Oh, no. Did he figure out a way to teleport without me being able to sense it?! How would that be possible?!
I slow in my approach toward her. She doesn’t even notice me—her thousand-yard stare is affixed on the wall.
“Hey!”I snap.
The usurper flinches and then slowly turns to me. Her eyes are soft, albeit no less green. She still looks pale. In fact, she lookssick.
“Do you ail?” I ask.
“Oh…” She stutters eventually. “I-I…”
She falls to silence, and her gaze drops to the floor.
“What happened?” I can’t help but notice the softness in my own voice. I don’t know what it is, but the rage has just dribbled away.
I note it with surprise; it's been a while since that happened.
She looks up at me again. Those lovely green eyes also have a softness in them that I’m not familiar with.
“The witch…” She murmurs.
Ah.The relief is like cold water on a burn.Of course. that explains it. If she was inside the witch’s realm, I wouldn’t be able to sense her. If he was here, I would be able to sense him.
He wasn’t with her! He didn’t take her!
I could start laughing at the relief of it all, but she’s still looking at me with those large, soft eyes. Now that they’re looking right at me, I can truly see the depth of color…
“Did the witch ask you to see her?” I ask her.
