lips met, I broke down.
Sir, I cannot face my past. I am a burden and, as such, request my leave of
this kingdom.”
The queen spoke and she looked less upset, more pissed off.
“You’re abandoning her?”
“I am useless around humans!” Keyn yelled.
Brook took a step toward him, fire in her eyes. “We all have a
past. Some are more horrifying than others. You can’t be a coward.” She bunched
her small fists up. “If Carrick had abandoned me, I would have lost out on so
much happiness.” She pressed her hands to her stomach. “If Thame had left
Breena...” The end hung in the air. “You have to fight! You are not permanently
broken, just torn at the seams.”
The words struck his soul and he had to turn away. When had the
human queen become so intuitive?
“You can run away. You can let whatever nightmare plagues you win
or you can take a single step toward your mate,” Brook said as Carrick moved
beside her. He gave a proud smile and placed a hand on their unborn child.
“She’s two doors down on the right.”
Keyn nodded. He left the room, his breaths heavy with indecision.
After the short walk, he stood at the door, staring at the knob as if it were a
deadly snake or a flaming sword. His heart was so conflicted by the past but
still holding onto that one small light that was Trillian.
Battle
filled that void but it was a
temporary fix. Could Trillian be a permanent solution?
The knob turned. The door opened.
****
Trillian stopped mid-step. The hulking fairy that made her want to
tear her hair out stood there. Just what she needed. Her head felt like a
two-day hangover and now he was scowling at her and looking sexy as a model.
“You’re welcome for saving your life. You’re still an asshole. Now get the fuck
out of my way,” she blurted, but meant every word.
Keyn’s lips parted.
“No need to speak, just move.” She stepped forward.
Keyn flinched and moved aside. “Trillian,” he called out.
She rushed around him, not interested in a single word he had to
say. If the bastard thought she was disgusting, if he got violently ill from
kissing her, he could very well avoid her. She marched away from the king and
queen who were kissing like a bunch of horny teenagers on the couch. Sunlight
blinded her as she opened the outer door. Her side still ached but when she
woke moments ago, she was completely healed. Sure, she wanted to know how but
the memory of Keyn and that damn fight with those creatures left her with one
conclusion: she intended to leave. “Go away,” she directed the words behind her
as she stepped out into the day. The sun was just starting to sink into the
horizon.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m leaving.” She waved to Breena who sat nearby talking with the
golden fairy, Thame. Trillian glanced back at Keyn. “I hate men and I fucking
hate fairies!” she yelled, fists bunched, and she turned away to flee the
palace.
“Wait. Please.”
“Fuck you,” she stated flatly. Her anger simmered to the surface
as Wick flew toward them. He landed and winked at her. She ignored him, walking
onward.
“Let me explain.”
“There’s nothing to explain. When a guy kisses you and gets
physically sick, I don’t think words are necessary.”
“Is that what you think happened?” He hovered beside her.
“Um, I was there. So yes, I know that’s what happened.”
He landed before her and she stopped short. “Your...our...touch
triggered memories from my past. It wasn’t you.”
Well, she hadn’t thought of that. The queen did say they had
baggage. What if he was telling the truth? Forget it, didn’t matter. “I’m still
leaving. I have a life to get back to.”
She sidestepped him, her stride eating up the path. Trillian was
done with the fairy kingdom. Keyn dropped off and she lost sight of him. She
made it to the edge of the city and found herself at a tall wall made of rock.
So the city was half-sunken into the ground? The dome must protect whoever was
on the
Sir, I cannot face my past. I am a burden and, as such, request my leave of
this kingdom.”
The queen spoke and she looked less upset, more pissed off.
“You’re abandoning her?”
“I am useless around humans!” Keyn yelled.
Brook took a step toward him, fire in her eyes. “We all have a
past. Some are more horrifying than others. You can’t be a coward.” She bunched
her small fists up. “If Carrick had abandoned me, I would have lost out on so
much happiness.” She pressed her hands to her stomach. “If Thame had left
Breena...” The end hung in the air. “You have to fight! You are not permanently
broken, just torn at the seams.”
The words struck his soul and he had to turn away. When had the
human queen become so intuitive?
“You can run away. You can let whatever nightmare plagues you win
or you can take a single step toward your mate,” Brook said as Carrick moved
beside her. He gave a proud smile and placed a hand on their unborn child.
“She’s two doors down on the right.”
Keyn nodded. He left the room, his breaths heavy with indecision.
After the short walk, he stood at the door, staring at the knob as if it were a
deadly snake or a flaming sword. His heart was so conflicted by the past but
still holding onto that one small light that was Trillian.
Battle
filled that void but it was a
temporary fix. Could Trillian be a permanent solution?
The knob turned. The door opened.
****
Trillian stopped mid-step. The hulking fairy that made her want to
tear her hair out stood there. Just what she needed. Her head felt like a
two-day hangover and now he was scowling at her and looking sexy as a model.
“You’re welcome for saving your life. You’re still an asshole. Now get the fuck
out of my way,” she blurted, but meant every word.
Keyn’s lips parted.
“No need to speak, just move.” She stepped forward.
Keyn flinched and moved aside. “Trillian,” he called out.
She rushed around him, not interested in a single word he had to
say. If the bastard thought she was disgusting, if he got violently ill from
kissing her, he could very well avoid her. She marched away from the king and
queen who were kissing like a bunch of horny teenagers on the couch. Sunlight
blinded her as she opened the outer door. Her side still ached but when she
woke moments ago, she was completely healed. Sure, she wanted to know how but
the memory of Keyn and that damn fight with those creatures left her with one
conclusion: she intended to leave. “Go away,” she directed the words behind her
as she stepped out into the day. The sun was just starting to sink into the
horizon.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m leaving.” She waved to Breena who sat nearby talking with the
golden fairy, Thame. Trillian glanced back at Keyn. “I hate men and I fucking
hate fairies!” she yelled, fists bunched, and she turned away to flee the
palace.
“Wait. Please.”
“Fuck you,” she stated flatly. Her anger simmered to the surface
as Wick flew toward them. He landed and winked at her. She ignored him, walking
onward.
“Let me explain.”
“There’s nothing to explain. When a guy kisses you and gets
physically sick, I don’t think words are necessary.”
“Is that what you think happened?” He hovered beside her.
“Um, I was there. So yes, I know that’s what happened.”
He landed before her and she stopped short. “Your...our...touch
triggered memories from my past. It wasn’t you.”
Well, she hadn’t thought of that. The queen did say they had
baggage. What if he was telling the truth? Forget it, didn’t matter. “I’m still
leaving. I have a life to get back to.”
She sidestepped him, her stride eating up the path. Trillian was
done with the fairy kingdom. Keyn dropped off and she lost sight of him. She
made it to the edge of the city and found herself at a tall wall made of rock.
So the city was half-sunken into the ground? The dome must protect whoever was
on the
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