Wes lifted her chin with two of his fingers and saw the red marks and bruises on her neck.
"Who did this to you?" He asked sternly.
"We don't have time for this, Wes!"
"Who did this to you?" He voice was louder this time.
"Slade." She blinked. "And he could be on his way here right now so we need to leave!"
His nostrils flared with anger.
"Why? Let him run over here. I will rip his head off."
She held onto his arms.
"And risk exposing yourself? Put everyone else in danger? There's a house full of humans who don't know anything about this world. We can't do that to them."
Wes gritted his teeth.
"Fine. Let me get the car keys from Luke." He went inside the house.
Willow followed him but stayed on the lookout near the front door. The trees ahead were rather calm and still. It caused unsettling anxiety in her as she tapped her foot on the floor.
A few minutes later Luke and Wes walked out of
Wes parked the car in front of the house. She waited for him while he picked up the map from his room. So many things were going on in her head as she anxiously bit her lip although what she could not stop thinking about was who that old woman was. Her best guess was that she was someone from her father's adoptive family. If not that, then Willow had no idea of her identity. Wes came back in a minute and they drove to the university. Hand in hand, Wes and Willow sneaked past the guard who was sleeping soundly on his chair and dreaming about a lavish home and a hot wife. They entered the library through a window that Wes unhinged. It was quiet, too quiet, and dark. Willow turned on the flashlight on her phone and they made their way to the underground level, where hundreds of books sat on the shelves. "Hold this." She handed the phone to him and walked to the center of the floor, in between the rows and columns of shelves. He wa
Wes stepped closer to Willow. "Before you say anything else," he whispered in her ear, "we have been followed. I caught Slade hiding outside the library." "Why didn't you say something before!" "I didn't want you to get distracted." "Okay, how are we going to get out of this? He's probably here to murder me." "He will do no such thing. I won't let him," Wes said. "I have a plan." She looked at him expectantly. "What is it?" "How good of an actress are you?" *** Slade positioned himself close to the window of a vacant room that overlooked the library. On a quiet Sunday morning, the campus was practically empty. After easily sneaking in, he waited in the room for seventeen minutes before he finally saw Willow and Wes exiting the library. He hid behind the wall. Slade observed Willow stop moving and keep her hands on her knees while she struggled to breathe. Wes, who was walking ahead of her, notice
On her way back to the house, Willow sat on the bus looking out of the window. Her mind wandered back to the argument that had started out as a scripted scene but later had escalated. At some point, it had become real.Not even Maxon, who she had known for more than half her life, could compare to how she felt about Wes. Maxon was her first crush and her first experience with childish love. No matter how juvenile it was, it still hurt when he didn't reciprocate. She then dated two more boys, but none of them were able to maintain a committed relationship with her.Wes, however, seemed like he was someone worth fighting for. He had changed her for the better. With him, she felt more optimistic, and in his company, the endless possibilities seem real. She cursed their timing and circumstances. If only he hadn't been a prince of some kingdom and just a regular person. On second thought, she might have never met him if he was just another regular human. No, she had no regr
Willow retracted her steps on the stairs and hurried to the kitchen where she sat with Luke and poured herself a drink."Being in a relationship is futile." She took a big sip from the glass. "You will eventually, most certainly, end up alone.""Everything is pointless," Luke added.The two drowned themselves in melancholia."There is no meaning to life," she slurred."What is life without love?""What is love without a companion?""What is a companion when they do not reciprocate?""What is a companion when they won't stay?"The two fell silent for a moment before Luke spoke."I am certain that I am drunk and in dire need of sleep.""And I require more of this." She lifted the bottle before gulping the bitter liquid."Good night," he said, stumbling out of the kitchen.***A short while later, Willow went to sleep. She was unable to stop turning around in bed. The light from the phone'
While staring out the window, Luke slouched in the backseat. Even though he was making an effort to forget what happened with Felicity, it was proving to be very challenging without the alcohol. He was still upset about what happened. "Are you going back to the kingdom too?" Willow asked him. "Once all this is over." "I will have to...my work here is done. It was done a few weeks ago actually. I have overstayed." Wes looked at him through the mirror. "Do you not want to go back?" Luke pursed his lips, seemingly conflicted. "I...don't know. Maybe I do, maybe I don't." "If you wish to stay here...you could," Wes said. "It is something to think about, but how would that even work? If the king finds out about me being one of the rogues he would have me executed. I'm sure he wouldn't think twice about it since he hates my family so much." He took a sip from the bottle of water. "You don't need to worry about the king
Wes knocked on the door of the house that was on the address. The house was close to the market, which was advantageous. An elderly woman answered the door. Her skin was wrinkled, and she had tired eyes, but she stood straight when she addressed the visitors. "Yes?" She raised an eyebrow. "I'm Wes. We are...acquainted with Esmeray and are here to see her." She scornfully looked Wes up and down. "Vampires are not allowed in this house. Leave." The woman was about to slam the door shut when Willow stopped her. "Wait! I'm not a vampire." She was allowed in the wooden house and taken to a room on the upper floor. She lightly pushed the door open that was already ajar and saw Esmeray sitting on the bed near the window. Willow knocked on the door to get her attention. "Esmeray," she said. "Can I come in?" Esmeray was surprised to see her. "Yes... What are you doing here?" She gestured for Willow to take a seat
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Luke exclaimed from the roof of a shop as he watched two men holding her and forcefully taking her away while she protested. They dragged her until she was in front of a wagon and pushed her in. Two guards sat on either side of her to make sure she wouldn't be able to escape. Willow sat perfectly still for a moment, trying to console herself with the thought that she could not have seen this coming. Things go wrong all the time. This is nothing she can't fix, right? She tried to calm herself, but eventually, her façade crumbled. She fiddled her thumbs, repeatedly tapped her foot on the floor of the wagon, and looked from side to side. There was no way out. She couldn't use her magic because she was convinced it would be stupid to do so in a realm of magical creatures who had way more experience and power than her. "Where are you taking me?" None of the guards responded. "I'm innocent! I didn't do anything!"
"Do you deny the accusation of spreading false rumors about the prince's death?" The nobleman, dressed in a long purple coat, questioned. Willow gulped. Perjury would mean a death sentence, but only if she's caught. Her last remaining hope was to wait for Wes to rescue her from this colossal mess. "I deny it," she spoke, her voice wavering. "I deny all accusations." Walking on thin ice. "Nonsense!" Byron shouted. "I have witnesses who claim to have seen and heard you saying that the Prince is dead." Yep, she's going to die. "I was in the same market,mylord, and heard the rumors, which I then repeated, as anybody else in that market. In fact, I am sure there is not one person who has not heard the news and forwarded it to someone else." Byron looked at the queen, silently pleading to not believe the lies coming out of the prisoner's mouth. "Whether she spread the rumor or not," a co