Fae Chronicles 01 - Fighting Destiny (12 page)

His hands dug into my flesh as he stopped me. I did the only thing I could think of, I threw a punch blindly which connected with his nose. Before I could even think "Oops," I was pinned against the far wall of the club by two hundred pounds of solid Fae pinning me there.

"Next time you touch me, I
will
punish you!" he roared.

My lips shook as my body followed suit, violently. The need to get outside was greater than the need to live, or breathe. I clawed against him, my feet trying to find the floor unsuccessfully. I was having a glorified panic attack.

As If this day couldn’t get any worse, no I had to go have a panic attack in front of the Dark Fae. I knew the moment he sensed it, or guessed at what was happening, because his fingers went slack and he allowed me to slide down the wall. The moment my feet touched the ground I was gone.

The bouncers at the door both moved, opening the doors so I could get outside before I threw up all over their clubs shiny floors. Outside the air wouldn’t fill my lungs fast enough. I'd been prone to panic attacks after the death of my parents, but it had been ten years since the last one happened.

"Syn, you okay?" Adam said with concern lighting in his green eyes as he followed closely behind me.

I shook my head forcefully. My stomach heaved as tears swam in my eyes. This wasn’t fucking happening. Alden knew I was against anything pertaining to the Fae, I'd had so many assignments that I had turned down without any hesitation because they'd included the Fae.

"Synthia, slow down. This isn't as bad as it sounds. He's trying to scare you," Larissa said speaking low and calmly as she came into view. She must have been outside, or waiting for me.

Like she knew? She wasn’t the one who'd just signed a bloody fucking contract that gave a Dark Fae the right to use her body as food! He could turn me into what my mother had become—someone willing to kill her own child! Stars burst behind my eyelids and I had the startling realization that I was going to pass out…right before someone caught me and everything turned black.

I awoke to the sound of water dripping. Hushed voices played across the room talking as if I wouldn’t hear them.

"I don’t know. She's never passed out—ever."

"Why didn’t Guild disclose her previous history with the Fae before this?" Ryder's voice was angry and to the point.

"You would have to talk to Alden on that one. I only know that it took us over a year to get her to even speak after they found her. She was a mess, angry at everything. I was the only one who could get through to her—reach her wherever she'd gone inside her mind so to say. Later on she only let Larissa and Adrian in. She was a child, traumatized by
your
kind. The things she's seen…" Adam's voice filled with pain.

"Which neither I nor any of my people had anything to do with," Ryder pointed out angrily.

I heard Adam's snort, felt his ire raise as he defended the child I'd been. It was why he was one of my best friends, always there for me. "She was five man, five! Inside her mind you are all the same, because you're all what she fears most. She's so fucking terrified she had some jack-off tattoo a spell on her neck. There is one lesson they teach us at the Guild and that's to put the most valuable spell on your neck… and she wasted it, to protect herself against becoming what her mother—"

"Don’t," I whispered struggling to sit up.

I was not letting him give the Fae more weapons to use against me. Ryder stood with his back to the wall, his arms crossed against his massive chest. Those golden eyes of his taking in my anger without so much as a single flinch. Adam however scratched his dark head and scuffed his feet at the floor like a child being berated for misbehaving.

"Where am I?" I asked softly realizing I was in a bed, a very big soft bed.

"We are in the clubs sub-levels. You passed out," Ryder said never taking those dangerous eyes from mine.

"I don’t pass out," I said obtusely.

"You did," he replied with his lips jerking up into a wolfish grin.

"Whatever, are we done here? I need a shower," I grumbled feeling dirty for being in any bed around him.

"You need to finish reading the contract. You stay with me until this is finished. Inside my estate," Ryder growled his eyes daring me to challenge him.

I did the only thing I could—I challenged him.

"Fuck that, I'm not staying alone with you—
ever
." I folded my arms over my chest aiming for the most stubborn look I could make while sitting in an oversized bed of black silk.

His eyes took me in, raking heat up my body as he did so. I was up and out of the bed before he could comment. Only then did I notice I wasn’t in my jeans and the black flimsy panties were not enough protection from Ryder, I doubted full armor would be enough to protect me against his eyes.

"Who the hell stole my pants?" I barked jumping back into bed much to the amusement of the two men in the room.

Adam coughed and tilted his head in Ryder's direction. Ryder turned his head giving Adam a look that would make most men run and then growled low in his chest. Adam turned to leave me alone with him.

"Adam don’t you dare!" I yelped but Adam was already at the door and only threw me a sheepish grin before he was gone.

"You think that boy could protect you from me?" Ryder inquired letting his arms drop to his side, he'd changed. His jeans rode low on his hips and the long sleeve white shirt was open far enough to expose his well-muscled chest and a peek of the tattoos he was covered in. As he stepped closer I realized he also was barefooted.

"Maybe," I whispered trying to backpedal, this wasn’t happening.

I watched as he stopped at the end of the opulent bed, it was big enough to fit seven bodies on, what the hell was up with him and his orgy sized beds? He didn’t get on the bed, instead his eyes raked over me slowly, intensely, hungrily. Chills crept down my spine, my mouth dried and the scream in my throat sat paralyzed on the verge of coming out.

"Get over it. You said you are not a victim. You came highly recommended for this job, if you're not useful for it…I will find something you
are
useful for," his eyes lowered to my lips.

I stuck out my tongue and then almost bit it off when he smiled. Guy needed to get knocked around a little, break his nose or something. He had a masculine beauty that left me boneless. Those wicked lips kept taunting me. His eyes had the eerie glow to them once more. It was a look I didn't want to see on any Fae. I swallowed and refused to lower my gaze from his.

"I'm not defined by what your people did to my parents, but I'm not stupid either," I said after what felt like hours of silence but in reality had only been seconds. That damn stare of his was unnerving!

"Not
my
people. Make no mistake of that. Do not damn a race for the deeds of a few bad apples."

It was words I had heard before, they didn’t help. The fear was still there and in an enforcer it was a fatal one. I was known for putting my foot in my mouth, but I needed him to know one thing. "I'm okay with the entire contract but one thing."

He raised a dark eye brow, "Which is?"

"I'm not sleeping with you. I don’t care if you're starving and writhing on the fucking floor. I'll walk over you and out that damn the door. I'll drag someone
else
back to you—but it won't be me you feed off of,
ever
."

His lips twitched, but his eyes stayed emotionless. "Writhing on the floor?"

"Writhing," I confirmed.

"I do not writhe on the floor,
ever
."

"Good, then we are on the same page." I said smoothly.

"The contract says you will. It's a blood oath…so if I start writhing, you will spread those creamy thighs and let me in. Do you know what going back on a blood oath means?"

I swallowed, raising both my brows as I tried to think if I knew what it meant. I exhaled, I was about to learn something new. Marie would have been happy, since she was a staunch believer that you learned something new every day. "No, but I have an inkling I'm about to."

His lips twitched again, but it was subtle, if I had blinked I would have missed it.

"Let me enlighten you, if you go back on it under any circumstances I can kill you, or worse. You belong to me, in every way that matters. If I want you in my bed, make no mistake, that palm of yours will itch and you will be helpless but to fulfill my needs. I say jump, you ask how high. You are bound to me body and soul, until I say otherwise. You took part of my soul. I just took a piece of yours. Getting it now? Or do I need to show you for you to understand?"

I wanted to scream, or rip his eyes out. "I'm not a piece of fucking property, I cannot be owned!"

"Quite the opposite, you
are
mine. As of right now, you belong to me Pet."

I'd taken off like my ass was on fire the moment I was released from Ryder to retrieve anything I would need for the next few weeks. I'd run into my room and thrown open my laptop, starting it up the moment we'd come inside from being dropped off by the Fae. Turned out I couldn’t weasel my way out of the damn contract. He had to end the deal. I couldn't.

The contract was indeed a blood oath, sealed by our blood. It was legally binding in the eyes of the Fae and the Witches Guild. It went above that though, if I broke it or refused to acknowledge it, I would become his in every sense of the word. If he wanted my soul—he just had to say the words, unless we could find another loophole, which I would need to start looking for now.

How could I have been so stupid? I glared at the laptop. This was idiotic! I shouldn’t have to move in to his house, estate or whatever he had called it. He had mind-fucked me and in doing so he'd backed me into a fucking corner. He'd made me see red and then he'd baited his freaking hook with Adam dipped in chocolate to ensure I signed those damn papers.

I had cross-checked the contract using what little information was available on the Fae in Guild online library. The Fae being the weasels they were, counted trickery and coercion as legit when forcing a contract—but I'd already known that without needing to confirm it. I jumped as a soft knock sounded at the door. I stopped pacing long enough to answer it and allow both Adam and Larissa into the room.

"What's up guys?" I asked carefully.

Adam was still regretting showing up at the Fae's club, I'd chewed him out the entire way home and felt like an ass for doing so. "Syn—"

I cut him off knowing he was setting in to another long apology. "It's okay Adam, I'm over it and I'm sorry for biting your head off. I need a few things though…spell-wise."

He nodded his dark head as his eyes took in my suitcase. "You thinking some soft spells, or hardcore?"

My lips twisted into a naughty smile. A man after my own heart. "Hardcore, I don’t want to be inside his house more than I have to be."

"Alden is going to flip out, Syn is it really so bad? You could be finished with this assignment before you know it. This guy is pretty badass if you haven't noticed."

Adam and I had both stopped to look at her. She was always the voice of reason, but she hadn't been with us inside that room, nor had she been there when he proclaimed ownership of me! "You don’t understand Lari, he
owns
me now. He can decide to keep me! You don’t see a problem with that?" I asked outraged.

She shook her head and dropped her hands to her sides. She was of slim build. Her long dark hair had beautiful natural curls that most girls would kill for. Her eyes were the color of freshly grown spring grass. She was everything a guy would look for in a mate—unlike me, who was a normal blonde, which I considered to be a dime a dozen since the Light Fae had joined the party bringing with them a new view of what a perfect blonde should look like. Forget Barbie—the Fae gave new meaning to feeling inadequate.

One of my Guild instructors had been quick to point out that I was indeed not the type to ever listen or follow rules, let alone make him a sandwich. I'd agreed, oh I would have made his ass a sandwich, but he'd have worn it in his face.

"Yes, I get it. If he reneges on the deal then I'll be first in line to fry his balls Syn. But right now there's more at stake than what either of you have been told." Adam snorted but Larissa left the room only to return moments later with a file in her hand. "This is what you were really brought in for."

She tossed the file on my bed and crossed her arms while she waited for me to pick it up. Adam and I stared at her and then the file that sat discarded on my bed. Red letters that read Confidential written across the manila folder caught and held my eye. "We couldn’t tell you until you agreed to the contract and well, I know it isn't something we normally look into, but they need us to do this case. We think this has to do with the person or persons trying to get to the Light Heir."

I looked up at her, as if she'd grown another head.

"Read it already!" Larissa shouted picking up pacing where I had left off.

"What is it?" Adam asked, afraid like I wasn't going to pick it up.

I blew him a raspberry before picking it up and undoing the metal hook that kept it together. Pictures of dead women slid out of the folder. Gruesome pictures, that made bile rise in the back of my throat. "What the hell."

"Witches from the Seattle Guild. Some from the Guild itself, others are from some of the smaller covens across the state. Oftentimes their mutilated bodies have been found with some of the dead Fae," she paused nibbling on her lip as she considered telling us more. "They're somehow tied to whoever is trying to kill the Light Heir, that’s all we know. None of the Guilds sent them out to work with the Fae and yet they were strung up beside them and killed."

I sat down as my knees threatened to give out. Adam did the same. This wasn’t happening, but Alden throwing me to the wolf made sense now. I stared at picture after picture of dead Witches and Fae. "Their spells are missing," I said pointing out the missing skin of the Witches.