Page 13 of The Fae Girl 1

“You’re coming with us Magi.” I said.

He opened his mouth to argue but clearly thought better of it.

I jerked my head for him to go and told my men to go sleep for a few hours. We’d have to do shifts once we were on the road, better they get a kip in now while they could.

“So it’s a female Fae.” Ridley said quietly.

I glanced at him and sighed. Something told me this would be easier if it wasn’t. If it was a man. And yet a man would fight harder. A man would resist more.

“Do you think she’ll be like the last lot?”

I shook my head. I bloody hoped not.

“Do you think she’ll be pretty?” He grinned.

I let out an exhale. “All Fae are pretty.” I said through gritted teeth. That’s how they won you over. How they tricked you.

Only I wasn’t stupid enough to fall for it.

Because their beauty was only skin deep. Beneath that exterior I knew was a creature so deadly, so treacherous I wondered why my brother even bothered claiming them.

Why he didn’t have them exterminated the minute they crossed over and be done with it.

Iwoke up sore. And uncomfortable. And confused.

For a moment my head couldn’t figure out where I was and then it all came crashing back.

I kept my eyes shut very aware that there was someone in the room. Watching me. Whatever the hell had happened over the last twenty four hours it clearly wasn’t just a bad dream.

The covers were heavy, weighing me down but they gave me almost a sense of comfort that I was grateful for. I could feel my jeans clammy against my skin but at least no one had stripped me because it felt like that was the kind of thing they would have done.

Stripped me and clothed me in the same weird costumes they all wore.

My back was killing me, most likely from where I’d been tossed over the horse for hours on end. But laying as I did wasn’t helping. I needed to shift. I needed to move.

Giving up the pretence I sat up taking in my surroundings.

The room was small and plain. A fire was crackling but beyond the bed there was little in the way of other furniture. In fact, the only other furniture in the room was a chair occupied by a girl that sat half frozen to her seat.

I glared at her but felt instantly guilty as she squealed and ran out, slamming the door behind her.

No doubt she was gone to alert the others. That all too soon they’d be back and the charade would start again.

Steeling myself for another episode of madness I got up, feeling the stiffness in my bones. Feeling every aching muscle as I went to look out the window. The bright sunshine told me it was a new day; I’d somehow slept the whole night.

The window was bolted shut and despite my wrangling it wouldn’t budge.

No chance of escape that way.

I gritted my teeth. If I could figure out where I was then I could come up with a feasible escape plan. But the problem was everything in front of me looked alien. The building I was in overlooked a village like place made up mostly of small hut houses with straw roofs and mud walls.

Whoever these people where they’d taken the cosplay thing to a whole new level.

I felt another flash of anger at that. Anger and frustration.

The door behind me creaked as someone opened it and walked in. I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was; the robed man who’d somehow knocked me unconscious the night before.

“I heard you were awake.” He said but I chose not to even acknowledge him. Not to even turn and look at him. “I trust you slept well…”

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