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The female exhaled in frustration, turning back to face him. “Blasphemy to their Christian god. If they love angels so much, why not become one?” The female fairy chucked, shaking her head from side to side with a wicked smile. “It is our gift to the light court and their Norse gods. I’m sure Azeer would appreciate our artwork.”
Erendrial began to laugh mockingly under his breath and folded his hands behind his back. His long dark coat fluttered in the wind as he hung his head low, walking towards us. “Cerci, please do not assume that you can begin to understand what our god does and does not enjoy. The matter remains that you are on light court territory, uninvited. You took one of their pigs and hung them up in the trees and have the audacity to call it art. How is that pig going to serve her alfar lords now?”
The female fairy trembled slightly as Erendrial approached. I noticed her face go somber “Doesn’t matter to me. They can just go get another to replace her. These humans produce faster than rodents. Shouldn’t be a problem since you all can cross the border whenever you please,” she snapped.
He smiled at her, now with only a foot between them. He looked down at her possibly assessing what to do next. Then, he smiled and nodded his head. “You’re right. She is of no importance. Off you go before a light guard finds the lot of you. It would be such a shame to see that pretty head of yours removed from your body,” he said.
She smiled and bowed her head to him. I looked at him, begging for help with my eyes, but I couldn’t find the word. He didn’t even glance in my direction.
“Thank you, ambassador. You are one of my favorites, yes you are. We will be on our way. I look forward to our next meeting,” she said, pulling me roughly back to her group of flesh-eating savages.
“Leave the human, Cerci,” I heard Erendrial say behind me. The fairy stopped, stiffening every muscle in her body. She turned around slowly as possessiveness and rage flickered through her eyes.
“She is mine. I found her so I get to keep her,” she hissed.
Erendrial stood calm, not even a flicker of panic or worry. “Actually, she is Gaelin Atros’s. The future king of the light if you were unaware. Now, how do you think he is going to react when he finds out you stole and ate his favorite plaything?”
“The future king is your problem, not mine. I want her, I take her,” she said, digging her nails into my bicep.
I felt warm pools of blood well underneath her nails. She sniffed the air with one long inhale. She looked down at me with a hunger I had never seen in any living thing’s eyes before. Her teeth bared from behind her thin lips as she brought the saturated nails to her mouth, licking my blood from them. “She is delicious. Do you know what she is?”
“A human,” replied Erendrial coldly.
Cerci’s teeth chattered together as she cocked her head like a reptile. “No, no, no. I have never tasted a human this delicious before. She doesn’t smell of it, nor does she taste of it. I will take her and that is final.”
Erendrial walked casually towards her, hands still behind his back. He stopped only when he was inches from her face. He slowly bent his head down to her, his face now stone cold like something out of a nightmare. “Cerci darling, please do not force me to kill your comrades and then string you up like the Christian girl. You already have wings, I don’t see why you need a second pair,” he whispered coldly.
Cerci growled, baring her teeth at him. She looked behind him at the other alfar warriors casually waiting for their command. She threw me to the ground, standing powerfully against Erendrial. “I will remember this, Lyklor,” she said, shooting straight up into the air.
Her companions followed suit, clearly not wishing to spend another minute in the dark alfars’ presence.
I scampered back away from Erendrial and the others, unsure if I had just escaped one hell to be trapped in another. Erendrial looked at me with that unfeeling smile he wore as a mask to hide his wickedness. He walked over to me and extended his hand to assist me to my feet. I pushed myself up on my own, standing with my head tall. He smirked at my feeble attempt to show strength.
“What? No, thank you. Do they not teach manners in The Frey? We’ll have to remedy that. Come, let's get you back to your master,” said Erendrial as he turned back to the others.
“He’s not my master,” I barked.
The other alfar began to laugh under their breath.
Erendrial turned around to face me. “What is he then? Your friend, companion, lover? Surely not your protector. The banquet dinner made that very evident to everyone who had the pleasure of watching you be mutilated for a simple look.”
I felt the rage building inside of me. I hated this bantering. If he was going to torture me or kill me, just get on with it.
“What are you going to do with me?” I asked through my teeth.
“What am I going to do with you or what do I want to do with you? Two very different questions, two very different outcomes, little one,” he said.
I rolled my eyes, tensing my fists together.
“I am going to escort you back to the castle. When I am sure you are safe, I will leave you in the care of your...hmm, not master. What about, mounter, rider, penetrator?” The other alfar were laughing loudly at this point. “Fucker, yes. He shall now be known as Gaelin the fucker. What a valiant king he will be,” said Erendrial
I pushed past him, heading back to the castle. The others looked at me with amusement. Gods, I hated him. Erendrial appeared at my side, poised and elegant as always.
“Did I push too far?” he asked.
“I’d like to walk back on my own,” I said, trying to quicken my pace.
“You may walk back, but not alone. You tend to find yourself in trouble when you're left to your own devices.”