Page 97 of The Fae Girl 1

“And is she?” The High King asked looking to Jelric for the answer.

“Look at her.” Rillon replied. “Of course she is.”

I closed my eyes to shut out the stares and swallowed the vomit now rising in my throat.

“Is this really appropriate?” Fain growled now on his feet and suddenly standing beside me.

“Sit down Prince Fain. We will have your account in a minute.” Someone said.

“Sure, right after you’ve finished violating her for a second time.” He snarled back.

“Sit down brother.” The High King said. Fain shook his head in refusal. “Fine. Stand then but keep silent.” He turned back to Jelric. “To clarify, a Fae can pass on their magic during intercourse but only if they are a virgin?”

“Yes, but they don’t pass on their magic, they share it. And the key thing is, it can’t be done by force. The Fae has to choose to do it. They have to want to.” He said aiming the last bit at Rillon who simply smirked.

“So you’re saying if a person has sex with a Fae that just happens to be a virgin, and they just happen to choose it, then that person becomes magic too?” The High King questioned.

Jelric nodded in response.

“Why have you never told me of this before?” He asked.

“The chances of it happening are so remote.”

“But there is a chance.” Someone else asked.

“How dare you.” I snapped. The horrible numbness that had been spreading through me was quickly being replaced with something like pure rage. “All of you discussing me like I’m some piece of meat. Like I’m some prize you can claim.”

I closed my eyes as the anger in me raged, as I tried to contain the magic that seemed to be swelling more and more within me.

How is it my magic comes to me now, but when I needed it the most it failed me?

All around the candles suddenly shot up in metre high flames. The servants screamed as they scrambled to get away from the heat.

I opened my eyes shocked at what I’d done but there was no way to stop it, no way to put out the flames.

I looked to Jelric in panic. He calmly waved his right hand and in a moment all the flames returned to normal.

As if it had never happened.

“I’m sorry.” I said quickly. “I didn’t mean to.”

“No harm was done.” Jelric replied with a small smile.

“Your powers are growing Fae.” Rillon said.

I turned to look at him. Half of me was tempted to burn him right there where he sat.

He lifted his chin, meeting my gaze head on. As if he had no remorse. As if he wasn’t even ashamed of what he’d done, what he’d tried to do.

I narrowed my eyes, imagining all the ways I should have made him suffer, should have hurt him if my magic had responded as it was meant to. In an instant it felt like it was just the two of us staring each other down. Like some invisible veil had fallen around us and no one else could get it. I could feel the magic, though the pattern of it was too complex for me to understand what it was doing.

“I almost had that.” Rillon said running his eyes over me. “I almost had that power, if my bastard brother hadn’t had got in the way I would be Fae now. I would be Fae. I would have had you and had your powers with it.”

“I think we’ve heard enough.” Jelric said breaking the spell and Rillon looked round momentarily confused at how much he’d revealed.

“What did you do to me?” He spat getting up from his seat. “What spell did you use?”

“I did nothing.” I snapped back frowning, though I wasn’t so sure that was true.

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