Thorns of Fae: Beauty is only skin deep, but Wild goes to the bone. (These Hallowed Hills Book 3) by S. L. Mason

Author:S. L. Mason [Mason, S. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Quick Quill Publishing, LLC
Published: 2019-11-04T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 19

Deston's words still ring in my head, every action could cost someone I cared about their life. He is blackmailing me by holding them over me. For all I know, he has Zoe, Olive, Brad, and Camille. Though I've got a feeling Brad would rather die than come back.

I could let myself out of this room, I could leave the castle. But what about my friends? What about Arty? What would happen to them? Puca said to stay put.

Wherever Arty is I know he’s still alive, and Jacques knows how much he means to me. I showed that hand a long time ago. If I just kept my mouth shut and not been so obsessed about getting both of us out of here, the Fae would never have known.

They took us together. I'm sure Janice told Deston how we were yelling at each other, fighting for each other. They probably thought we were in love. Janice knows better now.

I can stare out the crystal windows till kingdom come, yet it won't change anything.

I have to finish this and quickly.

The door swings silently open, the lock didn’t make its usual click. Why bother with the locks when the iron works so much better? But the burning iron magic never wakes out to me from the door. I eye the jam behind my new guest with some interest. What else had they done while I was gone?

Facing my guest, I expected to see Deston, but instead, I am stuck with Pinky, my unwanted, long-lost one-time Fae maid. Her hottie attitude was unchanged. Her lips turn down in a glower.

"Where’d they dig you out of?" I cross my arms and cock a hip out.

"My lady." She narrows her eyes while setting a food tray down. Calling me ‘my lady’ clearly leaves a sour taste on her tongue.

"What you don't recognize me? Is it the hair or the pointy ears?" I click my tongue.

Her eyes dart over my face and body, brows rising in surprise as she surveys my face.

"No, my lady, I recognize you. Course, you've changed so much since we last saw each other." Pinky’s reply is cold and dry and laced with innuendo.

I release a humorless laugh at her discomfort. I don’t even remember Pinky’s real name. At the time, I didn't care—I was afraid of Fae and wanted to leave. Now I want to stop them, rule them, teach them you can live without being an asshole.

She ran on quickly, trying to hide her feelings. "The rules weren't laid out for everyone. Some of us just thought the princes were toying with humans, creating some distractions to help us all get over our sorrow.” Pinky turns her head to inspect the room, searching for something: Lavender maybe? “If I had known, I would've treated you with more respect." The lie wakes off of her. She could've just had it tattooed on her head in day-glo colors, liar. It would look fab in scrolling cursive, with maybe a little tribal line down the side.

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