Betrayals of Spring (Forever Fae #2)(54)
“I’ve never seen a female warrior, my lady.” Bayleon says, sounding fascinated. I would love to show him my warrior skills, but I know I can’t fight all the Tyvar and make it out alive. He pushes me back gently to where I am lying on the bed and crawls his way slowly up my body. The realization of how screwed I am finally sinks in and I can feel the panic beginning to rise. Bayleon places both hands against my cheeks and whispers against my lips.
“Open your eyes.”
This is it. This will be my final doom. I have failed my people and now the Spring Court will never exist. I wish with all my heart that I could see Kalen one last time. The last tears I will ever shed have left my eyes as I now prepare to open them to my doom. Bayleon comes closer and I know he is about to merge his lips with mine when I slowly open my eyes to meet his. His midnight blue eyes bore into mine, but then they go wide in surprise. This is my end.
I can feel the power flowing all around me, but then...nothing. His power was trying to take over my body, but something held it back. Why didn’t his powers work on me? Bayleon’s eyes go wide as he pulls back to gaze at me bewilderingly. He narrows his midnight blue eyes, penetrating mine to the depths of my soul looking for answers.
I peer over at Bastian and he’s standing in the corner of the room looking just as confused and transfixed. Bayleon and Bastian look exactly alike, and being that they’re brothers, they must be twins. Their looks are all fae, but the Tyvar are more angelic and ethereal looking in appearance than the warriors of the courts. It’s deceiving because any woman who gazes upon these men will think they are angels when actually they are the complete opposite. I can see how many women are seduced by their looks alone without their power. Both Bayleon and Bastian have long, silky golden blonde hair that hangs perfectly straight past their shoulders. Their eyes are the most beautiful thing about their faces. They’re so big and full of color that you could get lost in the depths of them with one single look. If I wasn’t immune to their powers I know I would have already been lost. I don’t see where they would need their powers of seduction to seduce women. I’m sure any woman who happens to gaze upon them would be more than happy to come willingly.
“Who are you?” Bayleon asks. “You’re not just a she-warrior. What are you doing here, and why have you come?” he asks, astonished.
I don’t understand why I can thwart their power, but knowing that I can sends relief and hope surging back into my body. With my newfound strength I am able to finally speak with confidence.
“I’m Meliantha, Princess of the Summer Court. I was led here by someone and that is the reason I’m here. I am trying to save Prince Kalen of the Winter Court.”
Bayleon nods his head, “I believe I have met the fae you speak of. His complexion was different like yours, but he also had a female with him.”
I snap to attention.
“How long ago was this?” I ask hurriedly.
Bastian saunters over and uses this time to speak.
“He was here early this morning and left just as quickly. He has a strong lead on you if you are trying to track him.”
The dark sorcerer is doing everything to delay me from getting to Kalen, like leading me through tasks that he deems unbeatable, and who knows what else. The longer it takes, the more desperate I know I will become. I don’t want to make mistakes by being careless. It doesn’t feel like this search is ever going to come to an end. Will there always be something that evil bastard throws in my way.
“I’m trying to track him, and my wolf has been helping me follow him. Do either one of you know about the prophecy?” I ask. They both nod their heads so I continue, “The man you saw was the dark sorcerer. He is not of this land and he is not fae. Evil runs through his veins instead of blood and his goal is to take over the Land of the Fae and bring ruin to all that live here.”
“Why did he look fae when we saw him?” Bayleon asks.
I take a deep breath to calm my nerves before speaking.
“The dark sorcerer has trapped himself inside Prince Kalen’s body, and that is why he looked fae. He’s leading me on a wild chase across our realm to torment me. You see, I can’t complete my destiny without Prince Kalen.”
Both men seem to contemplate everything I have said and then they both look at me with admiration in their eyes. Bastian is the one who comes to the realization first.
“I know how you were able to thwart our powers! You are one of the Four!” he exclaims.
I never thought that being one of the Four would give me special advantages, but I am thankful nonetheless. I nod slowly at them and they both get down on their knees and bow their heads. Maybe I should have said this before and saved all of us the torment, especially with Ashur and Finn. Now they are out there thinking the worst, and doing who knows what to get me back.
“What can we do to help?” Bayleon asks.
“I need you to let me go,” I plead whole-heartedly, looking at both of them.
Bayleon gets to his feet and reaches for my hands to pull me up. I didn’t realize how tall he was when I had my eyes closed, and now I have to peer up at him. He turns my hands over, palm up, and kisses them both lightly. Please let them understand and let me go, I wish to myself. Bayleon looks me in the eyes, sadness and longing evident in his midnight orbs, and vows.
“I will let you go, but only if you do me one favor.”