Marques was starting to irritate me, my blood boiling with rage as he looks at me with discontentment in his eyes. Every once in a while he’ll steal glances towards Mary as we walk towards my study. Whenever he looks at her his eyes are full of pity, plus something else. I want to say guilt, but what does he have to be guilty for. He didn’t put Mary in this predicament, the only thing he did was hold her until I could catch up. That is the only reason I was allowing Marques into my study. I already had a feeling on what he wanted to discuss, but I loved watching people grovel. Especially merpeople. They were the weakest of the shifters, having to return to the water every night as their body forces them to shift into their mermaid form. I already knew what Marques wanted. A small girl had been picked up by my scouts about a week ago. She hadn’t shifted yet, so her mermaid wasn’t fully present, meaning she could stay out of water. A mermaid born on land would be human until they first
Walking through your own mind can take a toll on a person, both mentally and physically. It can either strengthen you or weaken you, putting you in an almost vegetation type state. I don’t know how long I had been trapped in my mind, but I felt like i was no closer to uncovering my truth, than I was when I first started. My vampire stayed hidden in the shadows, lurking in the inner most part of my mind, waiting for a chance to pounce, killing my soul and taking over my body. I could feel his anger, his hatred, rolling in waves, throughout the vast expanse of my inner thoughts. His need and want to kill every wolf for kidnapping his mate, outweighed all his other desires. He wanted to take Mary back and drain her blood, before completing the transition and turning her into a vampire. He wanted to take away her choice in the decision, if she was a vampire, no one would be able to hurt her again. It was the only answer. No other answers mattered. Except for me, the only opinion that ma
“ I don’t have time to wait!” Nikolai booms, shaking my nerves when I realize the King was listening to my private conversation with his second in command, “Asher has marked Mary. She will die within the week if I don’t tend to her wound immediately.” Ah, now that made more sense. Nikolai has always been a fair and just leader. Every decision he’s made, every law he’s created has always been for the good of his people. I made no sense to me why Nikolai would suddenly give that up. Now knowing that Mary’s life was a stake, it made putting two and two together easy. If it was my mate, I would do anything to save her, even if it meant killing off the rest of the fae race. “I could dream walk to her.” I whisper quietly, cringing at my own suggestion. Dream walking could be dangerous. My soul would leave my body and I would enter into the Nether, the land of dreams, and navigate my way through the land until I found Mary’s dream. I would then rip my soul in half, leaving half in the net
MARYMy head is pounding again, and my mouth feels as dry as the Sahara desert. I can see the sun rising once more, and I wonder how long I've slept this time; how long has it been since I last felt Nikolai's touch on my skin. It felt like someone had been tugging at me the night before, trying to communicate with me while I was sleeping, but their magical aura, while familiar, wasn't one I could place. The aura felt peaceful, but I wasn't going to risk getting myself into more trouble. Instead, I remained in the shadows during my sleep-like state, waiting for the person to whom the aura belonged to make their presence known by reaching out to me. If they were my friend, they would reveal themself, and if they were a foe, they'd continue to creep along on the outskirts waiting for me to slip up. The aura didn't last long; it continued to creep forward, staying as far away from the shadows as possible. I continued to rest in the shadows, letting the darkness take over until my body na
"So Mary is safe?" I ask Ambrose one more time, wanting confirmation that my mate will be fine if we wait another week before waging war against the werewolf kind. "uhh...yeah," Ambrose replied hesitantly. "If anything happens to my mate, I'll personally see to your execution," I growl out at Ambrose as I walk past him and into my office. I scratched at my neck, where I would've been marked had the pain I felt from Ash biting Mary been mine. The phantom mark itched like a healing scab, which made me believe that Ambrose was telling the truth and that he was able to spell Mary. I pulled for my mate bond, wanting a sign from my bond or from my mate herself indicating that she was okay, anything to help me feel okay with abandoning her for the week, but the response was the as the one I was met with last night; nothingness, which was better than the heartwrenching effects of a mate who died but not as wonderful as the feeling of my mate's heart beating alongside my own. "You look lik
I etch out another notch into the side of the bedpost. According to the notches, it's been five days since Ash marked me as his and four days since I felt my bond with Nikolai slip away. In my heart, I knew that Nikolai was okay, but I could wash away the sense of dread I was feeling.During the day, Ash lets me wander the halls of the mansion. The house is always empty; the only residents here are Ash, myself, and a couple of servants. I've tried to win the servants over to my side, but they ignore me; they continue with their chores and act like nothing is amiss. But perhaps to them, nothing has changed. When I first came here, there was another younger female who'd been taken. She was long gone now, but what if Ash made a habit of kidnapping women, and the servants were desensitized from the matter. On the first day, Ash let me wander the halls; I tried to make a break for it. The moment my foot crossed the front door threshold, I was met with unbearable pain as an electrical curr
It's been four days since Kade and I left the castle and were transported to the woods beside the sprite land. Kade's inside man still hasn't made contact with us, and I've grown irritated sitting around here waiting. I could be doing other things with my time, like plotting out how to kill Ash, but instead, I've been pacing a river bed. I've managed to locate the end of the bed and the pond it feeds into, but I am met with resistance when I try to find where the river begins. The river leads to Sprite lands. The river is deep enough to swim in, and last night when I suggested to Kade that we could try to swim the river into spite lands, he agreed to it on one condition. We would give whoever this S person is until tomorrow night to show up and lead us inside; if he isn't here by then, we'll act out my plan. Kade doesn't know it yet, but I plan to kill everyone and anyone who gets in my way. I'm ravenous with hunger. I haven't fed on anyone or drank a blood bag since Mary was taken.
You're wondering why Stetson is the way he is," Delphine hums, her voice vibrating through me, "He was cursed as a child by the witch Belinda. He was cursed before the Princes closed the doors to the Sprite kingdom, but that is a story for another time. Right now, we should initiate the blood vow before your time has run out." She replies, her knowledge about my situation indicating she knows more than she's letting on.I go to ask another question, but she holds her hand up to silence me, "I can only see a brief glimpse of your future. You've chosen the correct path, Nikolai, but your fate will change if you come home empty-handed." She states cryptically, "Now take my hand and repeat after me." No longer hesitant about making a blood vow, I place my hand in hers, her magical energy rushing into my body as our hands become one. "A gift for later. You'll know when to use it." She whispers before raising the dagger and stabbing deeply into our joined hands, stabbing a hole directly t