Page 70 of The Fae Girl 1

But there was nothing. No reply. Just an empty void.

I pulled again. This time more frantically as I was dragged out of the bathroom and thrown onto the floor of the sitting room.

Still there was nothing.

I gulped looking up. Two other men were there as well as the one behind me.

“Fuck she’s pretty.” One groaned.

I shrank up, realising how exposed I was in nothing but my panties and a corset like bra. I was all but laid out for them.

The one behind stepped closer, grabbing my hair, pulling me back to my feet. “They always are.” He said.

I whimpered, trying to get free. Without my magic what chance did I stand?

“Please let me go.” I pleaded.

They laughed. All three of them in chorus.

The grimier of the two in front of me stepped closer. Pulling a dagger from his belt he dragged the flat of it down the side of my cheek.

“Why would we do that Fae?” He muttered.

I shut my eyes, trying to breathe, trying not to lose myself in panic, even as he moved the blade lower, tracing the outline of my breasts, tracing down the centre of the corset.

As the man beside him grinned, he grasped my face in his other hand. “All Fae are a freak of nature.” He said.

My heart lurched. As much as I knew I was in danger, that one sentence told me enough. That these men weren’t going to fuck me. That this wasn’t about sex.

This was about death.

My death.

They were here to kill me.

I pulled my head back then jerked it forward, smashing right into his nose. He cried out. Dropping the dagger in his hand and I yanked myself free scrambling for it like it was my salvation.

Someone hissed.

A boot collided with my side and I screamed out. But my hand found the hilt. My hand kept hold of it even as I crumpled. I rolled onto my back facing them, the blade pointing between us.

Only they all pulled new weapons. Blades far longer than mine.

“I’m going to gut you like a pig Fae.” One of them snarled just before a sword burst out from his stomach.

My eyes widened. As I thought to scream the others moved. One attacking whoever else was now here and the third coming for me. I sprang up, instinct taking over as I realised lying on the floor was no way to save myself.

The man jeered as he raised the blade and brought it crashing down. I jumped to the side narrowly avoiding it and jabbed with the dagger. It wasn’t skilled, or neat but I know I hurt him as I buried it to the hilt. He snarled spinning around, swinging that god damn blade for me but someone else parried it just before it made impact.

A hand grabbed me, tossing me behind them and then finally the man was dead. Just like the other two.

I looked up as the Prince of all people looked back at me.

“You took your time.” I snapped.

He fixed me with that look of his. No doubt he expected a thank you. Expected me to drop to my knees and worship him for the hero he thought he was.

I waited for the retort. But instead he laughed.

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