Page 91 of The Fae Girl 1

The instructions were clear enough. But as I got nearer all I could see was the fountain.

The fountain and no queen.

I stood waiting. Feeling like an idiot.

And then it sunk in that neither Nela nor Indi where here. Where the hell were they? How the hell had we been separated? I hadn’t walked that quickly. I hadn’t taken any corners that would have concealed me from them.

A sickening feeling started in my stomach. What if this was trap? What if this was a trick by the Agnai to lure me out?

Surely not? Surely it couldn’t have been so easy?

I spun back around heading to where I knew an exit was. It was too deserted here, too isolated. I needed to get back to where everyone else was, to where the guards were. To where safety was.

As I turned down a path I froze.

A shadow was blocking the way.

And I didn’t need to see his face to know he was smirking.

I gulped, stepping back before I turned and ran.

Only he was faster. So much faster.

I cried out as he grabbed me, as his body engulfed mine. As his arms wrapped around my waist yanking me back.

“I’m just here to talk.” Rillon said.

“Like hell you are.” I replied, looking around seeing that I was so far from view now. Hidden behind a massive hedgerow on one side and the brick outer wall on the other.

“Don’t be stupid.”

“You’re the one being stupid.” I snapped. “I’m Fae remember. I could blast you into a million pieces.”

“Except you can’t can you? Because as much magic as you have in that pretty little skin of yours you can’t actually do anything with it.”

“Let me go.” I said trying to pull my magic. Wanting to shock him with it, to hurt him enough to release me.

Only once again there was nothing. Just an emptiness that answered, as though I wasn’t really magic at all.

His hands fumbled through my cloak as though he was looking for something and then he pulled it out, the note I’d been given. The note that had lured me here. He pocketed it before wrenching the fabric off my shoulders and pushing me hard into the brick wall.

I smacked face first right into it. And for a moment I stood dazed, my palms pressed against the rough surface as I held myself up.

No one was coming to help me, I realised. No one even knew where I was.

I turned back around, forced myself to face him.

“I thought you just wanted to talk?” I spat back at him.

He let out a laugh. “I’m not really good with words. More of an action man me.”

His fist landed across my face so fast I didn’t even see it coming. I saw stars, crying out as I fell, landing in a heap in the dirt.

He was on me in an instant. His hands clawing at my dress, yanking it, tearing it. I screamed out. I screamed until he had to cover my mouth, had to stifle the noise with some torn fabric.

I slammed my fists into his chest, I kicked him, but all it did was cause him to slam my head harder into the ground, stunning me further.

“Stop fighting me and you might even enjoy it.” He whispered in my ear.

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