Page 29 of Bitten By the Fae
My knees buckled and I hit the ground, my eyes on the floor.
How had everything gone so horribly wrong? What could I do to stop it? Learn dark magic? Control it? Would that even help?
“We’re going to need a new binding spell,” Kolstov muttered. “A more powerful one.”
I remained silent because he was right.
Returning to the Elemental Fae realm was impossible in my current state. Bringing dark magic there would upset the balance.
I had no choice but to remain here while my future revealed itself.
All because a Midnight Fae took advantage of me in the Human Realm.
My eyes narrowed.
Kolstov might have pissed me off with his high-handedness, but it was Shade who earned my ultimate wrath.
That male would pay when I saw him again. I’d wrap him up in vines and squeeze until his gorgeous head popped off. Then I’d burn him for good measure.
“He warned me you would be beautiful, Aflora,”he’d said.
He who?I pondered now.And why did you do this to me?
Death and I were already well acquainted, as I’d been placed at the lethal doorstep a few times before. Once as a child. And again just last year. Yet my life had won both times before.
I wasn’t one to just give up and accept fate. I fought it every step of the way. And this wouldn’t be any different.
A new task list brewed in my thoughts, providing me with renewed purpose.
Play along.
Learn how to control the darkness.
Behave.
Demand answers.
Kill Shade.
Yes. Yes, this would work.
And then, when I finished, I’d escape.
I pushedthe bloody sauce across my plate with a frown. The giant hunk of brown crap sitting in the middle didn’t appeal to me, nor did the strange, long white worms surrounding it.
When Kolstov claimed to be heading out to pick up some food, I thought he meantediblefood. This was not edible. Yet Zephyrus and Kolstov seemed pretty satisfied with it, their plates already half-empty.
My lips twisted.I can’t eat this.
Fortunately, they hadn’t cut off my elemental power yet, which meant I could grow?—
“It’s spaghetti,” Kolstov said, interrupting my thoughts. “Fresh from Italy. Why aren’t you eating it?”
“Human food.” My nose scrunched. “Why are you eating human food?”
Kolstov shared a look with Zephyrus. “I told you. She knows nothing about Midnight Fae.”
I ground my teeth together, tired of this rhetoric.
