The Fae Bound - Juliana Haygert Page 0,13
Ariella and Kayden had mugs in their hands and ate something with cinnamon. The sweet scent was killing me!
“Sleeping beauty is up,” Kayden said. She gestured to the coffeemaker across the kitchen, then to the plate with cinnamon scones on top of the range. “Help yourself.”
With slow steps, I made my way to the kitchen, grabbed some coffee and a lot of scones, and sat down on one of the stools around the kitchen’s tall stools, right beside Ariella.
“Where are we?” I asked, confused.
“A house on the east coast, near the Shade Fortress,” Ariella said. “The couple living here went to Europe for vacation.”
I frowned and glanced out the window, but didn’t see much. “What about the neighbors. Won’t they see the house occupied?”
She shook her head. “The next house is down the road, and many trees surround all lots.” She narrowed her eyes at me. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m not dead,” I joked, though it hurt to smile, much less to laugh. I let out a long sigh, but even that was painful. “I’ve been better.”
“I can see that.”
“How did you find me?” I asked, my mouth full of scone. I was inhaling them, though I was sure I would get sick later since my stomach wasn’t used to eating this much, this fast anymore.
“It was hard,” Kayden said. “We had no clue, no idea what had happened.”
“Kayden is a great tracker,” Ariella said, sounding proud for some reason. “After many days following endless trails, she found you in that manor.” Ariella narrowed her blue eyes at me. “What happened? What did those demons want with you?”
I swallowed the last bite of my scone. “Remember I told you I’ve got mixed up with a demon? Yeah, he found me. His name is Drollmor.”
“What did you do to them to have them come after you in a camp full of fae?” Ariella asked.
I let out a long breath. I could lie to her, but was that worth it? I didn’t see why. I was so fucking tired of lies. “Drollmor promised me I would find Farrah again and would be with her if I sold my soul to him.”
Ariella looked at me as if I had told her I had kissed the devil. “No …” she mumbled, shaking her head. “You didn’t. You’re not that stupid.”
“I was lost, I was scared, I didn’t have a life, in fact, I thought about dying all the fucking time,” I explained. Though now that I said those things out loud, they didn’t sound like a good reason. “I don’t know. He found me when I was at my lowest and he made me a deal that seemed like it could change my luck, despite the outcome.”
“I can’t believe you’re that stupid,” Ariella said, her eyes shining with disgust. She hated demons with a vengeance, and now that she found out I had sold my soul to one, she probably hated me just as much.
“It’s done,” I snapped, though I regretted it. I could have found Farrah by myself if I had only stopped mopping and done something about it. “All I can do now is run from him and hope he never catches up.”
Ariella stood from the table and took several steps back. “I’m not sure I can help you anymore.”
What? “You have to!” I rose from my seat but didn’t approach her. “If you don’t help me, help us, we can’t take the shadow prince down. We need to rescue Farrah. Please.”
She glanced at me as if I was a bug that didn’t deserve living. I understood how bad all of this sounded to her, but fuck it, she had to understand. At the time, I had no other choice. It was that, or simply die at the streets, killed by demons in a senseless death.
“I’ll help you, but for Farrah, not for you,” she said, her tone hard. “But you have to promise me one thing, though. When we rescue Farrah and we’re all safe, you’re going to tell her about it.”
Fuck. Did I have to? Right now, I would promise anything. I might even sell my soul again if that meant getting Farrah back.
“I promise.”
11
Farrah
For the past two weeks, I brewed the potion in my closet. Jennie helped me with it since the faerend in the potion dulled my powers and made me weak. She didn’t mind when it affected her.
Thankfully, the few times Lark came into my chambers, he never wandered far, much less into my closet. Even so,