A Secret In Onyx by Jessica Florence

Author:Jessica Florence [Florence, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-05-16T20:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Nine

The next day before the sun rose, I sneaked back into the Hallowstags to see if my new friend Desmire was near. I’m sure he knew how to hunt food, but I grabbed a fish on my way out, hoping to stay on his good side. You never knew when having a dragon as a friend would come in handy.

I made it a few steps into the woods when I heard the snap of a trap. The ground flew out from under me and the world turned upside down as I hung from a tree with a rope on my ankle.

“Let me go!” I screamed, my voice bouncing off the trunks of the trees around me.

“Not quite the catch I was hoping for,” a smooth voice crooned from my right.

It was dark, but I could see enough of the Fae standing in front of me. He was tall with pale skin, medium-black hair with horns, and ears sticking up, like something you’d see on a cow or goat. He had a silver ring over his lip like a piercing. Dramens were the only people I knew that had piercings.

“Whoever you are, let me go.” My demand went unheeded by this horned stranger.

“You look like a tough girl; I fear for my life if you were to be set loose. You might scratch my horns.” I saw past his charade. He was a thief, conman, and a swindler. This trap was set for me. He saw me coming. If it was meant for another creature, he would have chosen to do a net, not a single knotted noose to snatch one leg and hoist the body into the air. He would never be able to keep his prey still.

“I promise not to hurt you and your poor ego if you let me go.” The blood in my body was rushing to my head, and the ache would eventually turn into me passing out.

The Fae picked at dirt between his fingers, then threw a knife—my knife—at where the rope hung over the limb of the tree. It sliced with precision and I fell hard. My grunt was not ladylike nor was the string of curses I released onto the thief.

“My name is Emrys, not Cad or Thief-man as you cursed with many other beautiful words.” He bowed one hand behind his back like some nobleman, a smirk on his face.

“You’re trouble,” I added, reaching for my weapon belt. It was gone. My eyes narrowed at the thief, who pulled his hand out from behind his back with my belt and the other knife dangling.

How the hell did he swipe that from me so quickly?

“A little mischief never hurt anyone, did it? Besides when you point fingers at someone, remember you have three pointing back at you.” He leaned up against the tree and tossed the belt my way. This was all for show. He was playing games for the sake of playing them. If he really wanted to mug me or hurt me, he would have done it by now.

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