The Forsaken Rune - G. Bailey Page 0,2

came to the academy, but I suspect he just managed to sense me as I was closer to the Otherworld than ever before. He wants the cursed rune, and apparently I have it. It also means I can’t die, but he will probably figure out a way soon. I just have to kill him first, and I’m going to, Poppy. One way or another, he is dying soon.”

“What is the cursed rune?” she asks me with wide eyes. Laelia is silent, staring at me in confusion as I try to remember the word the Seelie king used to make the runes appear.

“Lāsts.”

The runes burst to life all over my skin like a wave of water touching every part of me. The runes shine purple, lighting up the room, and I stare at the one on my hand as I lift it in the air, turning my hand over once. The rune is beautiful in its design, but not knowing how I ended up with it or why I am suddenly immortal because of it is another matter.

The runes slowly fade away, and I’m left in the silence of a million questions that I don’t have the answers for.

I’ve been running from the magic of this world for so many years only to find out the worst of the magic was within me the entire time.

“The Seelie king said my mother was promised to him and stole the rune. He suggested I am going to be his bride.” I snort out a laugh. “Little does he know I’d be the most stabby bride ever. I would spend our entire marriage figuring out how to kill him, and considering I’m immortal, I wouldn’t even care if he tried to kill me back.”

“Daesyn, this is serious,” Poppy sternly tells me. Like I don’t know that. “The Seelie king is known as a cruel and evil person. He might not be able to kill you, but why do you think he has us here?”

I grit my teeth. “Because he knows I will protect you.” I pause and look at her sister. “But my loyalty doesn’t stretch that far. He got it half wrong.”

“Maybe he didn’t,” Poppy softly replies. A long pause drifts between us. “Why didn’t Sebastian stop his mother?”

I’ve thought about this for a long time down here, the betrayal not far from my mind. Near enough every time I fall asleep, I think of Seb and his actions. I close my eyes for a second. “His sister. Seb told me once he would always protect her, and I got the impression their mother doesn’t care for her much. Or he just hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you,” Poppy delicately replies.

“I for one could see how someone could hate you,” Laelia interrupts. Whoa, she never turns off her bitch switch.

I don’t even glance at her. “Your sister just wants to be punched, doesn’t she?”

“It is looking like it,” Poppy grimly replies, and Laelia starts crying. I roll my eyes and focus back on the outside of our cell.

“I hope Ryker, Seth or even Finn have found Mossy,” I reply, watching the shadows dance around. “He must be so worried.”

“They will come for you,” Poppy whispers back. “I get the impression there is little that would stop them.”

“Yes, Torfinn will come for me and my sister. He would do that for us,” Laelia whines around a sob. I shake my head and rest back, wishing that she was in another cell. The shadows of the corridor start to burn away into the light, and then I hear footsteps. Heavy boots slam against the ground, three pairs if my hearing is any good. Slowly two men in brown armour with silver helmets covering their faces come into view, and right behind them is none other than the nightmare king. The Seelie king’s black cloak brushes against the stone floor with every step, and he slowly comes to a stop outside of our cell. The guards move to his side in perfect formation, and I take in the king of the fae. His greying blond hair falls to his shoulders, parts tucked behind his ears, and his eyes glow a strange purple colour that seems so pale it could almost be silver. His black clothes are filled out by his muscular form, and everything about him screams control and power.

He is intimidating.

But I’ve been intimidated by ugly ass demons, terrifying monster creatures, undead souls in hell, and even an alpha werewolf shifter before and survived it.

The Seelie