Fever Fae - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,48

gold. I could tell from their lanky build and pointed ears that they were Fae. The rest of the mob appeared to be a mixed bunch, though I couldn’t tell them apart. The girl stared at them in horror.

Then, Drake, K, and six dark-haired, warrior-looking males crashed into the white-haired Fae and their henchmen. The dance floor instantly became a warzone.

Steel crossed steel, the piercing sounds echoing in the club. Fists and feet flew in a flurry of punches and kicks. Both groups were skilled fighters. The outsider team outnumbered the club team, but the club team was more ferocious and brutal.

All of them moved faster than any human could. A blade buried into someone’s stomach. A blood mace smashed into another’s skull.

My eyes went round as blood splattered everywhere on the floor and tainted the orb, where the girl screamed inside. Many patrons who hadn’t fled watched the fight from a distance. Some of them made excited comments as if this was a normal sport to them.

A dark wind blasted out of Rydstrom, hitting the floor and separating the fighting men. The air vibrated with his power. I shuddered, just like the others on the ground, and he held me closer to him.

Rydstrom’s men lined up on one side, protecting the girl in the orb, and the white-haired Fae and their gang stayed on the other side, facing off Rydstrom’s warriors. Both parties gripped their swords, which still dripped blood.

Three men were down, and they belonged to the other team. The tension in the club was like a burning knife cutting frozen butter.

“Why did you trespass my club and challenge my men, Devyn?” Rydstrom asked, his voice soft yet deadly.

A white-haired Fae, who carried an air of self-importance, looked up. He was the tallest among his group. Engraved on his leather armor was a symbol of a sun rising on a crown of golden blades. I stared hard at it. The symbol looked familiar. But I couldn’t have seen it before. I’d only just learned about supernatural races.

The cocky Fae was as handsome as any other Fae, even with a long scar slashing across his lips at a forty-five-degree angle. Those cruel lips cracked into a sardonic smirk.

“King Rydstrom,” Devyn said. “I didn’t expect you to play house in the mortal realm. I thought it was merely a rumor.” His blue eyes traced to me for a second, then swiftly returned to Rydstrom. “I came to do what all pureblood Fae should do—hunt the dark ones until we wipe them out.”

My heart skipped a beat. Baron had initially thought I was a dark one. Last time I saw him, he’d claimed that I was his fated mate. I wondered when he would change his mind again.

I might need to ask for the definition of a dark one in the supernatural world, just in case the Fae psychopaths mistook me as one again and came hunting me. An incident of mistaking me as someone else had already happened once in my house, and I wouldn’t want the bad history to repeat itself and jeopardize my siblings.

I shivered again, just thinking of being hunted by looking like someone, and Rydstrom’s strong arm around me tightened protectively.

Devyn pointed the tip of his sword at the girl inside the orb. “That darkfae evaded our pursuit and hid in your nightclub, thinking she would find asylum here. Rumor says Claws, Fangs, and Fiends is a shelter for rogues, half-fae, and darkfae. I hope Your Majesty proves it’s only a rumor today by ending the dark one with your capable hands.”

The club turned deathly quiet at the heavy accusation. Worry for the girl twisted my stomach. I might be the only one who was clueless about the laws and rules of the Fae.

This place didn’t abide by human laws. It was its own badland. If I was smart, I should run away from this place. But then what other choices did I have—how was I going to feed six hungry mouths with minimum wage even if I could manage to work three jobs?

Life is never supposed to be fair. Mom had drilled that concept into my head whenever I bitched about the unfairness of life. My parents didn’t want any of us to be entitled, ungrateful brat.

Rydstrom chuckled dispassionately. “So your queen instructed you to drive that girl into my club to provoke me and put me on a tough spot, so she can visit me again later?”

“You misunderstood my queen’s intention,” Devyn said. “Queen