Page 18 of The Fae Girl 1

“Like I care who your friends are.”

“You should because I’m the only thing keeping you alive right now.” He said narrowing his eyes running them over me in such a predatory manner.

But I refused to flinch. I refused to back down.

“Well crap job you’re doing. I almost got a knife in my throat just now or have you forgotten that?” I snapped.

“Almost. You almost got a knife in your throat. You should be grateful. I saved your life remember.”

“Yeah sure I’m real grateful. You drag me halfway to who knows where and you want me to be grateful.” I said struggling against him again.

“Enough. I’m not going to argue with you.” He replied grabbing me by the scruff of my cloak and dragging me to my feet. “We need to get going.”

“Not so fast Prince Fain.” Someone said behind us making the prince spin around with me still in his grasp.

“What is this?” Fain snarled looking at dozen or so soldiers starting to surround us.

Circling us like jackals.

I knew none of these were the Prince’s. They’re armour was in poorer condition, they didn’t even have helmets.

“Lord Ghosh wants his Fae back.” One of the soldiers said taking a step forward, his eyes fixed firmly on me.

My stomach twisted at that. They’d followed us from the village. Tracked us down.

“The Fae belong to the High King, even you lot know that.” Fain snarled.

They laughed in response. “Not this one.” One of them muttered as they pounced.

I was wrenched from the Prince’s grasp, tossed like a rag doll into waiting arms while the gang of them began fighting the Prince back.

I yelled out, kicking, punching doing everything I could to get free but the soldier holding me struck me so hard that I was too dazed to do anything but hang limply, pathetic in their arms.

As they threw me onto the back of another horse someone struck me again. This time harder. Much harder.

Darkness overtook me.

And I slipped into it.

Welcomed it, like an old forgotten friend.

* * *

I woke whimpering slightly,aware that my head hurt worse than ever and that I was cold. Freezing cold.

It felt like they’d put me in a dungeon, an actual god damn dungeon.

I shivered looking around. A flicker of moonlight was coming through the narrow barred window. God knows how long I’d been unconscious for it to be night again. I was lying on a stone floor, with straw around me, like I was an animal.

I tried to stand, to get to my feet, but my legs gave way under me.

As I collided once more with the hard stone I let out a cry. My teeth juddering with the contact.

“You’re finally awake.” Someone said and I gasped looking around for the source of the noise.

“Who are you?” I asked staring up at him. Squinting through the darkness to try to make him out.

“Your new master.” He stated opening the door and stepping inside. As his face appeared through the darkness I realised who he was, the Lord from before. The man I’d been paraded in front of while everyone had been screaming that I was a Magar.

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