Betrayals of Spring (Forever Fae #2)(64)
“Meliantha, please come back to me, my love.”
“I’m here, Meliantha. I need you to find your way back.”
“Kalen, where are you?” I call out uselessly. I don’t know how long I have been here, but every time I hear his voice I yell the exact same question. No matter how loud or how far I search, I never seem to get a response in return. It’s as if this is my punishment for not saving him. I still feel hope in my body, and that is what has been getting me through. What I don’t know is how I can hear him and not see him? He has to be here somewhere. I shout again, but only louder, “Kalen!”
My voice echoes across the land, but still I am met with only silence. Determination flows through my body giving me a sense of purpose. If I have to spend the rest of my life searching for Kalen I will do it. Wherever this place is, I’m determined to find my way back to him. My heart aches to be with him again to tell him how sorry I’m for not being able to save him. I thought we would be together in the Hereafter, but maybe I am supposed to live out eternity alone since I failed to save him. No, I have to stop thinking like that, I yell at myself. I have to fight the sadness or I’ll never find my way. I look around the world where I’m clearly trapped, and I begin a determined pace to the hill of trees beyond. Something about the trees draws me to them so I’ll start my search there. I will find you, Kalen.
- Dark Sorcerer -
One Week Later
“‘Tis there anything else ye want, Master?” the Redcap asks. He’s one of the Redcaps that turned on his clan and has now made his home here in the Black Forest. I’m now back here in my dwelling in the Black Forest resting up before the celebrations tonight. I’ve been here for the past week loading up on power from fae and humans that my army has abducted for me.
“I’m fine for now, but bring me ten more mortals within the hour,” I demand.
“Yes, Master.” The Redcap bows his head and blood drops down from his cap onto my bedroom floor. A trail of blood follows him as he leaves my room. I love blood, but I don’t want it all over my floor, especially mortal blood. The smell of it is pungent and disgusting, and the last thing I want is for it to be on my floor.
“Gothin!” I call out. The troll walks in and bows his head. Out of all the servants I have he is the most loyal. Gothin was cast out of his tribe many years ago and has been a faithful servant to me ever since, even helping me with Calista’s capture several years ago.
“What can I do for you, Master?” he asks. He looks around the floor and I think he already knows what I’m going to ask by the expression on his face.
“Will you clean up that shit on the floor,” I say as I point to the floor. “The smell of mortal blood reeks of raw waste.”
“I’ll do it right away, Master.” He cleans up the mess and shuts the door on his way out.
When the bitch Meliantha ousted me out of the prince’s body it took everything out of me. I didn’t know her arrows were laced with hers and her guardian’s blood until I felt it pierce through my barriers. The pain was unbearable and it was worse than the pain I felt when Calista stabbed me with her dagger. The longer these women have their power the stronger I think they become. A week has passed and I still feel depleted. Now that the fae know I exist they have been confined to their courts for protection and not venturing out as much; therefore, I have been forced to taking mortal lives instead to sustain me. Their life force is weak, but it gives me power nonetheless.
Also, during this week I’ve heard no news of what has passed. I sent my dwarf spy out yesterday to find out as much information as he could about what the courts are doing now. He left the dwarf Kingdom and I heard that Durin, the Dwarf leader, has his men out searching for him. He is to be sentenced to death if they ever find him. They eventually figured out he was the messenger that brought Finn’s cuff and Meliantha’s arrows to the Summer Court that fateful day. If I knew Meliantha’s arrows were fortified with blood then I would have confiscated them when I had the chance. I didn’t know Durin had made another guardian weapon other than the dagger.
The pain of the arrow in my chest felt like molten lava being sent through my veins. After I was thrust out of the prince’s body I was able to stay long enough to see him and Meliantha lying lifeless on the floor before my spirit form was forced back to the Black Forest. My power is the strongest here and I am constantly pulled here when I am weak.
A grand celebration has been planned for this evening in celebration of our victory. The Spring Court will never exist now that Meliantha is dead, and the prophecy will finally tilt in my favor. If the four courts cannot be formed that means my power will supersede all of theirs. I have waited over a hundred years for this victory, and once I get all the power I need from the Four I’ll be able to take over the Land of the Fae.
My next step is to plan out how to get the next girl under my grasp. I saw her at the Winter Solstice Ball and her glow was just as bright as Meliantha’s. The power has to be taken in a certain order and now that I have Meliantha’s power the next girl’s power will be ready for the taking. It gets me hard and excited when I think about the things I’m going to make the royals do when I take over. It’s time like these that I wish Breena, or hell, even Meliantha was around so I could unleash my dark desires on them. I’m sure I will have no trouble finding another traitorous whore to fulfill my needs. I laugh thinking about it all until a knock at the door interrupts my humor.