Elfin (13 page)

Syndra tried not to grin, but couldn’t stop herself. Even in anger Trik’s Chosen kept a semblance of purity.
Her anger was righteous anger. Trik deserved her wrath and her scorn, but even as the words left Cassie’s mouth, Syndra watched her deflate like a leaky balloon.

Cassie sunk to the
ground, ignoring the sharp pain that radiated up her legs from her knees hitting the floor. She looked up at Syndra, who had genuine compassion shining through her eyes.

“Why? Why would he do that?” Cassie’s voice was small and she stru
ggled to keep it from wavering.

“Why does he think it’s his choice
who
I’m with? Since when am I not my own person that I can’t decide for myself?” Cassie slapped the floor in frustration. “If I want to be with an evil, dark, butthead of an elf, then that is my choice. MINE!” She hit her hand against her chest in emphasis.

“
I totally agree, Cassie, which is why I came.” Syndra knelt down so that she was eye level with her. “Don’t give up on him. I know you are angry and you have every right to be. But try and see things from his point of view. I’m not excusing his behavior, and he will have to answer to you for it. But he is old, and has lived a long time in darkness. It will take time for him to see that not all is lost in him. He needs you just as you need him.”

Cassie watched as Syndra stood and walked towards her window.

“It is ultimately your choice, Cassandra. Make sure it is the right one.” She stepped through the window as easily as if it were open and was gone.

Cassie didn’t know how long she sat on her floor.
She was still trying to get her mind around the fact that the same guy who had held her and kissed her so passionately had been in the arms of another hours later. She finally stood and went through the motions of getting ready for bed.

As she lay in the dark in her room
,
silent tears slipped down her cheeks as she let the pain of loss engulf her.

~

Days passed and still Cassie heard nothing from Trik. She refused to talk about it, though Elora continued to ask. Every night she lay in her bed and her heart seemed to break all over again. She wondered why she wasn’t experiencing the horrific pain that she had that first time that he had left. When she realized why she began to cry even harder. If she wasn’t hurting, it could only mean one thing, Trik didn’t want to be with her. He wasn’t forcing himself to stay away. He really didn’t want to be with her.

~

It had been exactly one month since the night Syndra had come to Cassie and told her of Trik’s hurtful actions. Four weeks of anger, hurt, and longing, but still he didn’t come.

~

Trik watched as his brethren brought barrel after barrel of the powerful soil from his realm into the human world. They spread it out over the valley, covering the soil where the vineyard had been. They continually mixed it, so their own soil seeped down into the earth. Even now as he watched over the wishes of his King , he thought of her. Pain and anger radiated through him. At times , when her own anger and pain sought him out , he nearly stumbled under their oppression. Others avoided him at all costs, recognizing the danger they put themselves in if they were near him. He didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything anymore. He was simply doing his duty. Lorsan gave his orders and Trik obeyed. He didn’t sleep for fear of seeing her face .
He never remained idle, knowing that if he stopped for one second, he would go running back to her, begging her forgiveness. He knew that was the wrong thing to do. She didn’t need him. And she surely couldn’t want him anymore, not after what he had done.

Trik walked through the fields, inspecting one of the solar panels that he’d had installed throughout the property. The panels were to serve as direct passageways from their realm to the crops, making it easy for the elves to harvest what they needed. As he stood up from his inspection, for the first time in more weeks than he could count, he knew that he heard her voice.

“
Trik,” she called to him.

Their souls were forever connected and e
verything in him longed to answer his Chosen. The pain he felt at hearing her say his name drove him to his knees. He clutched his chest as he felt his heart constrict and the breath rush from his lungs. His soul reached out through him, grasping at the voice and Trik realized that it wasn’t Cassie speaking his name, it was her soul. Her very soul was crying out to him.

“Why do you call and not her?” His own soul asked earnestly.

“Her heart attempts to move on.” Cassie’
s soul was filled with anguish and disgust at the idea of another.

Trik understood what her soul was saying. Cassie was with someone
else. Rage, unbidden, pure, and blinding crashed into and out of him. He felt the fear of those around him but didn’t care how his power was affecting them. All he could focus on was Cassie. He thought of her in detail, allowing his soul to reach out even more so that they could find her. He stepped through the solar panel and into a bathroom.

~

Cassie dressed in what she had deemed the sluttiest butterfly, if butterflies could be sluts, costume she could find. She stood next to Elora, who was wearing the next sluttiest butterfly costume she could find. Elora’s costume was only second to Cassie’s because Cassie’s boobs were bigger. Music pulsed around them and black lights made everything glow eerily.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this costume,”
Cassie yelled over the music.

“Give me a break. You look hot. Todd can’t keep his eyes off you,”
Elora yelled back.

“Or his hands,” Cassie muttered. She glanced around the room
, looking between the swaying bodies and past the make out sessions to see if she could find the host of this year’s anticipated Halloween bash, and to her chagrin, her date.

“Where did octopus arms run off to anyways?” Cassie leaned in close to Elora’s ear this time so she didn’t have to yell.

“I think he and Sam went to get us drinks,” Elora answered.

Elora
had talked her into being Todd’s date to the party, after giving her a lecture that a month with no word from the cowardice, feeble excuse for a dark elf assassin, emphasis on the ass, was long enough to mope over and to get her ass up, Elora’s words.

So here
Cassie stood in a room full of blaring music and scantily clad Halloween costumes, waiting for a guy she didn’t like to bring her a drink she didn’t want. “Happy freaking Halloween to me,” Cassie muttered under her breath just as she felt an arm slip around from behind her.

“Got my girl a drink.
” Cassie felt Todd’s breath against her neck and tried not to cringe at the unwanted sensation. He smelled of sweat and beer. She took the drink from him and slyly slid from his arm as she turned to look at him.

“Great party,” Cassie yelled over the music.

Todd nodded. “It’s even bigger than the one I had last year.”

Cassie smiled over the rim of her cup as she took a small sip. She tried not to cough as the burn of the alcohol hit her throat. She had told herself that after that one sip she wouldn’t take another, especially after she tasted just how much alcohol Todd had poured into it, but the more Todd talked the more her hand seemed to raise the cup to her mouth. Cassie hoped that she was nodding in all the right places as she tried to listen to him, but found it increasingly difficult as her brain began to get foggy. Finally someone yelled Todd’s name and he excused himself.

Cassie’s sh
oulders slumped in exhaustion. Who knew how tiring it would be to fake interest in a conversation?

Elora nudged her as Todd walked away. “You awake?”

“Am I that obvious?” Cassie asked.

“
An unbiased observer might say that you would rather watch paint dry than spend time with your date.”

Cassie groaned,
“His voice is just so, so…”.

“Not Trik
’s?” Elora finished.

“Exactly,” Cassie paused.
“What? No, no, that’s not what I was going to say.” She frowned at Elora. “He’s just not someone that I’m attracted to. He’s so Todd-ish,” she finished lamely.

“Todd-ish?”
Elora raised her eyebrows at her friend. “How much alcohol did he put in that drink?”

“Not enough,” Cassie grumbled.

Elora laughed. “I’ve never seen you plastered Cassie. This might be exactly what I need.”

“What you need? What about what
I need?” Cassie whined.

Elora was looking over Cassie’s shoulder when she finally responded.

“Oh you’re about to get what you need.” She shot back the rest of the contents of her cup and then grabbed Cassie by the shoulders and turned her around.

Cassie’s mouth dropped open when she saw what Elora had been watching.

Trik, in all his tall, pitch black hair, Elfin glory, had Todd by the throat. The room was frozen, though the music continued to rip through the air. Cassie felt like she was moving in slow motion as she moved across the room. It felt like an eternity before she finally reached them.

“
Trik?” Cassie blinked at him, confused at his sudden appearance, and the fact that he was holding Todd by the throat.

“Or treat?” Elora asked as she
stepped up next to Cassie.

Cassie realized then just how much she had had to drink because she snorted at Elora’s comment. Elora’s lips twitched at her friend but Trik’s eyes narrowed.

“Are you intoxicated?” He asked, his scowl deepening.

Cassie scowled back. “No.
Maybe.” She paused, thinking, and then finally nodded, “definitely.”

They continued to glare at each other. Elora finally cleared her throat.

“So, hate to interrupt the death stare, but your victim is turning blue.” She motioned with a nod of her head towards Todd. “I didn’t know if you were intending to kill him in front of all these witnesses or not.”

Trik broke the stare with Cassie and turned back to Todd.

“Stay away from her,” he growled

Todd made a small nodding motion with his head. Trik finally let go of him and Todd stumbled back. Cassie moved to hel p him but Trik intercepted her and the intensity of his silver eyes made her freeze. Trik looked away from her to the rest of the room. Suddenly it was quiet. Somehow, the music just stopped. She heard the room gasp and Cassie realized for the first time that she saw him in his natural form and, judging by the reactions around her, so did everyone else. He looked around the room and, in a voice as cold as the air had become, he spoke.

“Get.
Out.”

No one had to be told twice. They were up and moving, a
stampede of humans, all trying to stay as far from Trik as possible.

Trik looked at Elora whe
n she made no motion to leave and Elora folded her arms across her chest, a clear challenge that if he wanted her to leave then he would have to physically remove her. Cassie, even in her inebriated state, knew that she needed to intervene. She stepped in between Trik and Elora just as Trik took a step towards her best friend.

“What do you want?”
Cassie met his stare and though she wanted to back away from the fury she saw there , she held her ground. She felt Elora standing at her back.

Trik laughed and it was so evil that her skin crawled.

“What do I want?” He snarled. “I want to know why my Chosen is drunk, half-dressed, and with another male?”

Cassie looked down, remembering her skimpy Halloween outfit. She turned to
look back at Elora who shrugged. “How the hell was I supposed to know he was going to show up?”

Cassie’s
head swung back around to Trik. She mimicked Elora’s shrug. “Too bad.”

Trik ges
tured impatiently. “Too bad what?”

“Too bad, so sad,
” Cassie snorted out laughter at her words.

Elora patted her on the back t
rying to cover her own laughter. “Hold it together a little longer lightweight.”

Trik still looked confused and that
made Cassie laugh harder. She wiped her eyes as she began to calm down.

“Too bad,
we don’t always get what we want Trik,” Cassie felt herself begin to sober just a little at the memory of what Syndra had told her. “I didn’t want to hear about you touching another woman but you know what, Trik, I didn’t get what I wanted. I didn’t want to hear about another woman putting her lips on your neck or about how you let her, but that’s exactly what I heard, so you don’t get to know why I’m dressed like a slutty butterfly or why I’m smashed or why I let Todd put his arms around my waist.” She paused, she could practically see the steam rising from Trik’s head. “And you don’t get to know if I would have stopped him from shoving his tongue down my throat.”

Cassie felt Elora
lean close behind her. “You were doing great ‘til that last part.”

“Too much?”
Cassie whispered.

“A
teensie bit,” Elora told her, holding her hand up to indicate with her fingers the small amount.