Fey Touched: Season One by Nicola Claire

Author:Nicola Claire [Claire, Nicola]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nicola Claire Books
Published: 2020-01-23T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 2

Magic In The Rubble

Kara

I woke with a crushing headache. Dribble had trailed out of my mouth at some stage and was now coated in dust, making it look like I was drooling mud.

Dökkálfa mud.

“Argh,” I mumbled, wiping the back of my hand over my mouth.

I looked around, but it was hard to see details. Stretching out a hand, I touched rough stone walls.

The corridor.

Memory returned of the castle crumbling. Somehow my magic had held the roof up. This section of the King’s secret passage was still intact. I gingerly stood up.

Behind me, the passage lay in ruins. Before me, it wasn’t much better, but I could see a gap between the pile of rubble and what was left of the roof of the corridor.

I looked down at my dress. It was in tatters. If Marik had thought it provocative before, now it was obscene in its lack of coverage.

I pulled a flap of material over an exposed breast and secured it with a rough knot to a strap of fabric over my shoulder.

I’d been to toga parties dressed in less, but this was Dökkálfa. They had a strange sense of decorum. One that clashed with their lack of sexual inhibition.

Aside from screwing outside of your caste, of course.

My thoughts returned to Sora as I studied the rubble before me. Had she and Xavier survived whatever this was down in the dungeon? It was several metres beneath the castle’s main floors. Either they were safe, or they were pancakes.

I pushed that unhelpful thought from my mind and started scrambling up the mountain of rubble.

My feet were cut to shreds before I’d reached the top. My fingers weren’t faring much better. But I was made of stern stuff.

I pictured my brother and male cousins goading me to climb faster, do better, stop being a stupid little girl. I made it to the top of the pile sweating, panting, covered in cuts and grinning broadly.

“Still got it,” I muttered, and slid down the other side.

The corridor was miraculously free of rubble ahead. I almost didn’t trust it.

“You gonna help me, or what?” I asked the castle.

The castle was quiet. No shuddering, no rumbling, no words in my head egging me on as my male relatives had back on Earth.

I sucked in a breath of air and called on the power of Dökkálfa, finding it strangely — or not — not there.

“Huh,” I said, rolling my shoulders. “I guess we do this the hard way.”

I took one single step forward and waited for the world to explode around me again.

It didn’t, so I felt it safe enough to move on. Still, I did so cautiously. After a couple of metres, I picked up speed, until I was damn near running toward the King’s chambers.

I would have cursed Aliath aloud for making me feel this pull toward him. But right then, I thought it best to keep quiet; even my feet made no sound on the dirt floor.

I knew I’d reached the King’s chambers when the rubble began in earnest again.

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