Betrayals of Spring (Forever Fae #2)(56)
I smile, “I would be honored.”
I am given a few moments to gather my things and begin dressing. I find all my armor and I begin placing it on my body. My bow and arrows are on the floor so I pick them up and strap them to my back. I notice the floor is hard packed soil so curiously I look around for the first time. The only light in here comes from the torches that are lit and mounted on the wall. They actually give this room a romantic appeal, and I thank the stars that I will be out of here soon. Bayleon is waiting by the door for me, but before I take another step further I sneak a glance over at Bastian. He looks at me with such longing and sadness. I never gave thought that he might have the same feelings as Bayleon. Judging by the way he looks I would say he does.
Am I really going to do this again? Here I go with putting another’s needs before my own. When everyone finds out what I have done they will never let me live it down. My heart goes out for these men and it makes me sad that they live like this every day not knowing what real love feels like. Bayleon nods his head in understanding before walking out to leave me alone with Bastian.
Bastian is standing there motionless, awkward and confused, and I can’t help but feel pity for him. This is the last time I’m going to do this, and I am only doing this now because he was gentle with me earlier. The sincerity in his soul was genuine and easy to see. Bastian’s eyes widen at my approach and I waste no time in crushing my lips against his before he has any time to speak. He stands frozen at first, but then returns the kiss with a passion of his own. The love in my body explodes out in waves and I know Bastian can feel it all. He lifts me off the ground and crushes me tight against his body. I don’t know how these men survive without love, but it does however give me joy to be able to share this with them. His lips are warm and soft as he embraces my lips with his own.
When the kiss is over Bastian sets me down and I notice a sparkling tear rolling down his cheek. I wipe it away while he smiles warmly at me.
“You didn’t have to do that, Princess.”
I smile back. “I know, Bastian, but I wanted to.”
He leans down and kisses me once more on the lips. “The fact that you wanted to kiss me makes it all the more special. Thank you, Princess Meliantha. I will treasure this moment for all eternity.”
“You are most welcome,” I reply whole-heartedly.
He walks me out of the dwelling and Bayleon is waiting for us just outside. He smiles at us and takes my arm while Bastian takes the other.
“I’m going to escort you, too,” Bastian says with a smirk. I gasp in wonder as I peer around the Tyvar camp. My eyes were closed earlier, so I was unable to take a look at my surroundings. I wouldn’t necessarily call it a camp, but more a village of sorts. I curiously look back at the dwelling I just came from and I am amazed by the way it’s built. His home looks like it was carved out of a mound of earth. It is set inside a hill and covered with vibrant green colored mosses and grass. I noticed there are no flowers on the vines that cross over and around his dwelling. There also are not any around the territory either. I secretly call upon my magic and I send it to the baron vines that lie across Bayleon’s dwelling. Flowers begin to sprout of various colors and I silently laugh as we make our way through the village. Neither Bayleon nor Bastian has looked back so they will definitely have a surprise when they come back here.
We’re walking through the camp and all the Tyvar fae immediately stop what they are doing and stare at us in amazement. I look several of them in the eyes and they all freeze in place, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Both Bayleon and Bastian laugh and it snaps everyone out of their stupor.
“Carry on, everyone!” Bayleon shouts while waving his hands in the air.
Everyone goes back to doing what they were doing until someone catches my attention and I freeze. “What the hell is she doing here?” I exclaim, nodding in the direction of the woman I see hanging all over a Tyvar fae. The woman I speak of happens to be the evil Winter bitch Breena. Why is she here?
They both look in Breena’s direction and then down to me with somber expressions. Bayleon is the one who answers, “She was left here by the man you consider to be the dark sorcerer. He said she was a gift, but obviously he used her to get you here.”
Well, it worked getting me here, but the dark sorcerer is going to be none too pleased when I catch up to him. When I do find him I will make sure to tell him how much of a spineless bastard he is by having everyone else do his dirty work for him. He hasn’t succeeded yet with bringing me down.
I usually love helping people because it makes me happy, but when I look at Breena I have no desire in my soul to help her. She betrayed our people and she is the reason Kalen is gone, and for that she can rot in hell.
“Oh, I know he used her to get me here. That’s how he works,” I express fiercely.
The angry side of me wants to just walk right up to Breena and kill her, but the compassionate side tells me to try and save her. Unfortunately, it is too late to save her. She has already been enthralled by the Tyvar’s power of seduction. She deserves this fate though, and deep down I am glad for it. I am actually doing her a favor. Dying by the Tyvar will be way more enjoyable then dying by my hands.
“What would you like us to do with her?” Bayleon asks.
“I don’t care what you do with her. If she wasn’t here I was planning on killing her myself. She betrayed our courts and sided with the dark sorcerer. She is of no concern to me anymore,” I say with venom.