Page 65 of Hell Fae Captive
No gratitude needed,he replied.I’ll return as soon as I find him.
I almost thanked him again but hummed back in agreement instead.
Then I refocused on the item sprawled out in my lap. “Vita,” I murmured, using my name for the book. “What else can you tell me about Camillia De la Croix?” The contract was useful, but I wanted her full file.
Except the book flipped to a page that had nothing to do with the candidate.
I frowned at it. “Why are you showing me this?” Of all the texts documenting my history, it selected these details? “I don’t want to walk down memory lane, Vita. I want to know more about the girl.”
The pages bristled, magic whispering in the air as Vita denied my request. I flipped the paper in protest, but it only revealed the same event.
The day of my Fall.
The day everyone had turned their backs on me, including Melek.
Only, Melek hadn’t actually betrayed me. He’d pretended to play along tosaveme.
My mate. My beautiful prince. My love.
I’d been so broken, solostwithout him. Then he’d appeared in a flurry of blinding light, livid that I’d doubted him and his love.
“Everything I do is for you, Typhos. Everything.”
He’d spoken those words to me that day.
Just as he’d done today.
Fuck.
I ran my hand over my face.
“So you’re on his side, hmm?” I asked Vita, shaking my head. “Of course you’re on his side.” The book had always favored him. Oh, the text belonged to me. But he’d somehow won over the intangible entity that controlled the pages.
I relaxed into the chair on an exhale that caused the pages to fly once more, depicting the events of the Hell Fae Source creation.
“I already know all this,” I told the book. “I was there.”
A flurry of names scrawled across the page, all ones I never wanted to see or think about again. But I read each one, committing my hatred for them to memory.
The fae who had forced my Fall.
The ones who had betrayed me.
Thefemalewho had initiated it all.
I narrowed my gaze.Vivaxia.
Melek had pretended to choose her over me, breaking my soul and my heart on the same day the others had cast me out of the heavens.
But he’d played her.
He’dkilledher.
For me.
That had been the source of the blinding light, followed by his pain over finding me shattered on the ground.Wingless. Broken. Destroyed. And enraged.
So. Fucking. Enraged.
