by H. D. Gordon
He had seen her and Charlie kiss, and had not spoken to her about the matter yet, either. He’d taken her side both publicly and before the council just now. He’d held her in his arms as she’d cried over her father’s still-fresh body. Then, he’d taken her to her room and left her be until she’d just entered the council chambers.
Of course he had questions. Tons of questions, and for the first time ever, she thought that Theo just might deserve answers.
But he said nothing to this, and this only made her feel worse. She could practically feel Samson rolling his eyes beside her, but before she could stop herself, she spoke.
“Hunter Gray,” she said, “Would you assist me in restoring order to the city?”
Surprise sparked behind Theo’s eyes, but he only nodded, standing from his chair. When he approached her, she slipped her arm through his, giving him a smile that was not completely forced.
“Careful now, love,” Sam told her. “Let’s not be brash.”
Surah ignored this, wondering why she had never noticed how handsome Theo was when he smiled, and why he didn’t do it more often.
“I would be honored to assist you,” Theo said, and Surah couldn’t tell if it was her grief, her fear, or her heartbreak, but there was a small part of her that wanted very much to believe him.
The rest of her was somewhere else completely. The rest of her was with the man who had somehow captured her heart and still refused to let go despite all the stars in the universe being crossed against them.
Black Heart wouldn’t kill his brother for taking her side… Would he?
This was all it took for her to realize the answers to her questions. She could deny it to others all she wanted, but she could not lie to herself. She loved Charlie Redmine like the sun loved the day and the moon loved the night.”
“Oh, Charlie,” she thought. “What am I supposed to do now?
Of course, it was Samson who answered her.
“The best you can, my love,” the giant cat told her. “That’s all anyone ever can do.”
Chapter 3
Charlie
He awoke to the bell-like giggling of children, his eyes peeling open slowly and reluctantly, as if the lids weighed ninety pounds.
Sitting up took considerable effort, but he was jolted into awareness when his vision cleared and he saw multiple sets of strange eyes staring back at him.
Charlie’s head whipped around, taking in his surroundings. He was in some sort of cage made of thick and thorny green vines. The ground on which he sat was covered in velvety leaves as soft as bird feathers. The air smelled green, like summer rain and healthy vegetation. There was even a slightly sweet taste to it, as though invisible sugar hung in the atmosphere.
Enormous trees unlike any Charlie had ever seen towered around him, the canopies above made up of soft pastels, as if the leaves were composed of cotton candy. Morning light was just beginning to filter through the trees, a golden hue coloring the places it touched.
There were several Fae children surrounding him, their wide, slanted eyes blinking with mischief.
I’m in the Fae Forest, Charlie realized. Then amended: I’m being held captive in the Fae Forest.
“Good morning, little brother,” said an unmistakable voice behind him.
The Fae children scattered, disappearing into the forest as if they could melt into the trees.
Charlie twisted around and met the eyes of his older brother, Michael—or as he was more commonly known, Black Heart. He hated the feeling that stirred in his chest when he looked at him. Charlie had to crane his neck all the way back as Michael stared down at him, because the cage he was in was not tall enough for him to stand up.
“What is this?” Charlie asked, gesturing to the thorny vines that surrounded him. He was helpless to keep the sharpness out of his voice. “What am I doing here, Michael?”
As always, Michael was indifferent in the eye of the storm, Charlie clearly paying the price for his brother’s messes, as he seemed fated to continue doing.
“This is the Fae Forest,” Michael answered. “And you’re sitting in a cage on the floor of it.”
Charlie’s jaw clenched, making his brother smile. “I guess you figured that part out,” Michael continued, hiking his dark cloak up and crouching down so that he and Charlie were eye-level. “In short, you’re here because I just haven’t the heart to kill you.”
Charlie shook his head, eyes narrowed. “You haven’t a heart at all, brother,” he said.
This made the darkness that so filled Michael rear up behind his eyes, which were the same blue-green as Charlie’s.
“How can you say that to me?” he snapped. “Tristell wants to kill you, and she’s right that I should. You’ve done nothing but try to sabotage me every step of the way, and have scoffed at every lifeline I’ve tried to throw you.”
Charlie stared at Michael in disbelief. All of a sudden, his anger bubbled up like hot liquid and spilled over.
“I hate you,” he said.
There was a flash of a moment where Michael looked genuinely hurt.
Then, it was gone, overshadowed by the dark presence that had locked onto his soul, the one named Black Heart. He studied Charlie for a moment through the green confines of his cage, his face unreadable.
“Careful, Charlie-boy,” Black Heart said. He looked at where Charlie’s hands were still gripping the thorny vines, and a humorless half smile pulled up his lips. “You’re bleeding. Those are Faevian Vines. They hate being touched by anything but Fae-born, so I’d keep my hands off them if I were you.”
With that, Black Heart stood, staring down at his brother for a long moment without an ounce of pity behind his eyes. He turned on his heel and strode off into the forest, his dark cloak rippling behind him.
Charlie let out a defeated breath, peeling his grip free of the vines he’d been holding, the holes the thorns had made stinging like the devil now that he was not too distracted to notice. Looking down at his bloody hands, his heart felt as heavy as a boulder in his chest.
Time passed, and he could do nothing but let it. His cage was as unbreakable as he was sure his brother and that crazy Fae Queen knew it to be, and his heart was weary.
After an undeterminable amount of time, the Fae children returned to stare at Charlie, their slanted eyes looking in at him, chattering amongst each other in the strange language they had. They slunk out of the vegetation and trees the way the shadows slink out of the night.
Charlie could hardly see them, his mind with the woman he had fallen in love with despite his best efforts against it. The woman who had shown him mercy when he was but a boy. The woman from whom his brother was trying to steal a kingdom.
I may never see her again, he thought, and was crushed under a sadness that felt as heavy as a mountain.
Charlie closed his eyes and breathed. There was nothing else to be done. One way or another, it would all be over soon.
That much, he could feel in his bones.
And he was very much right.
Chapter 4
Surah
Theo held his peace until they were alone, for which Surah was grateful.
Of course, they weren’t entirely alone; Samson sat near, his huge head resting on his paws, looking uninterested despite the fact that both Surah and Hunter Gray knew they had the cat’s apt attention.
They were standing in the portal room, getting ready to go into town and attempt to bring order to things, when Theo pulled her to a gentle stop. Surah’s heart skipped a beat, but her face only showed mild curiosity, as if the fate of their people did not depend on the choices they made here.
Theo stared at her for a moment, his silver eyes somehow deeper than Surah had ever seen them. She expected him to remind her of his marriage proposal, or to bring up Charlie and demand an explanation of their relationship.
Or perhaps to mention her uncle and her father, and the circumstances that had led them to this point in time. She would have been less sur
prised if he would have started with a demand of vindication, but Theodine Gray did none of these things.
Instead, he took her gloved hands into his and kneeled before her, bowing his head in fealty. Reaching into his cloak, he removed her father’s piece of White Stone. It swung on the silver chain that held it, glowing in a translucent way that reflected the magic it held.
Surah kept her eyes from narrowing, and managed to keep most of the accusation out of her voice as well.
“Why do you have my father’s White Stone, Hunter Gray?” she asked.
Theo raised his head, his face open and seemingly earnest. He remained on bended knee before her.
“I removed it from your father’s body, for safe keeping.” He bowed his head once more. “I’m giving it to you now as your Head Hunter, my queen. I pledge to you my sword, my magic, and my loyalty. I would be honored to serve you, if you will have me.”
Surah stood in shocked silence, waiting for Sam to chime in, but the cat said nothing, only looked on with an amused glimmer in his amber eyes. Surah found she had to swallow before she could speak.
In truth, other than her tiger, she had no idea who she could trust. She knew only that she was traveling in murky waters, and she needed to tread carefully.
It was always easier to catch flies with honey, and keeping ones suspected enemies close wasn’t a bad idea, either. Also, if she were being one hundred percent honest, a piece of her wanted to be able to trust Theodine Gray.
Somehow—probably during those awful moments following her father’s death—when Theo had held her while she’d cried tears that seemed would never cease, Surah’s heart had softened toward the Head Hunter.
That didn’t mean she had any intention of marrying him, or even that she trusted or liked him… It just meant that her heart had… softened.
Now her tiger spoke up. “Battered hearts are usually tender, my love,” Samson told her, his deep voice a welcome presence in her mind.
Surah nodded, releasing a slow breath. “I’m honored to have you by my side, Lord Gray,” she said, and found only as she said it that it was not a lie. He’d taken her father’s White Stone, yes, but he’d given it to her now. That certainly counted for something.
This made the Head Hunter’s face light up in a smile, and Surah caught a glimpse of the attractiveness that made Theodine Gray so popular among most ladies. He took her hands again as he found his feet, looking down at her from his taller height.
“To the city?” he asked.
Surah nodded, resting her hand atop Samson’s back for comfort.
“To the city,” she agreed.
Surah, Theo and Sam landed in a back alley near Zadira Square, where the kingdom-wide meeting had been held just the other day.
The jump was not jarring, as all three travelers were seasoned at moving by portal, but the abrupt change in atmosphere was enough to make all three take pause.
The sounds of the chaos were not muffled out here as they were within the castle walls, and the blaring of alarms and yelling voices, the crashes of breaking glass, and the somewhat thick smell of panic and adrenaline filled the air.
People ran by the mouth of the alley in which Surah and her companions stood. Some of them were swinging their cloaks over their heads, while others had wrapped fabric around the bottom halves of their faces to conceal their identities as they did unspeakable things.
Surah took a deep breath, her stomach twisting a bit as she took in the slightly apprehensive look on Theo’s face. There had not been riots in Zadira since just after the war, and the Hunters were not completely sure of how to deal with things, especially since some of them were no doubt questioning their loyalties as well, after the whole spectacle in the town square yesterday.
“They’re acting like humans,” Theo said, a small twist to his lips as he said that last word.
Surah pulled the hood of her cloak over her head and walked to the end of the alley, peering out at the madness taking place.
Across the way a barbershop was on fire, and the bakery neighboring it had its front window smashed in. Looters were streaming in and out through the wreckage.
She turned back to face Theo and Samson. The latter held utterly still, his tail and head tucked low, no doubt on edge with all the commotion.
Surah removed her hood and reached into her cloak, taking out her father’s piece of White Stone—the piece meant to be held by the ruler of Sorcerer Territory, the largest and most powerful piece of White Stone wielded by anyone in all the land—and placed the chain that held it around her neck, tucking it beneath her cloak, where it glowed warmly against her chest.
A surge of energy ran through her, a serving of hope that had been lost to her only moments ago. The same way that the Black Stone could affect the one holding it in a negative, dark way, the White Stone had the equal but opposite effect.
There was much to be done, and the road that led the way was littered with shattered glass, rusty nails, empty promises, and more than likely, broken hearts.
But she would see it through to the end, and would do her best to maintain her morals while she was at it. She was pretty sure that was all anyone could ever do.
Perhaps the White Stone had had an effect on Theo as well, because Surah sensed something changed in him that she just couldn’t put her finger on.
Coming to a decision at last, she removed her late sister’s piece of White Stone. Meeting his eyes and searching them, Surah handed it over to Theodine Gray.
“You start at the east end of the city,” she said, “and I’ll start at the west.”
Theo nodded, turning to go, but Surah stopped him by placing her hand on his arm.
“Yes, my queen?”
“I don’t want anyone to get hurt, Hunter Gray,” she said.
He was silent a moment before answering. “Nor do I,” he said, in a way that made her want to believe him.
But they both knew Charlie Redmine was an exception to that statement, and at some point, this divide between them would force its way closed.
Chapter 5
Surah
“Are you sure it was wise to give him that piece of White Stone?” Samson asked, as soon as Theo had teleported out of sight. “Doesn’t the Head Hunter already have a piece?”
“Yes,” Surah replied silently. “The Head Hunter does have a piece, but the one I gave him is more powerful, and sending him into this fray without it could be dangerous.”
Sam was silent a moment, considering. “What I wonder is whether or not giving it to him is dangerous for everyone else.”
Surah didn’t disagree, but she was grasping at straws here. “I need allies, Sam. The kingdom is turning on itself. I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“Sorry, love. I’ve got more on my mind than any one cat would like.”
For not the first time in the past couple days—ever since he’d returned from the jungles of his homeland while rescuing her from Black Heart, in fact—Surah felt that there was something Sam might not be telling her.
And if he was worried about it, that meant it was something big. She’d been so busy fretting about her own mess that she hadn’t paused to ask him about how he’d found her in that cave, or about what he’d had to do to find her in that cave.
“Sam, is there something bothering you that I don’t know about?”
The tiger licked her hand, then nudged her back toward the open end of the alley.
“You’ve got enough troubles on your mind. Let’s settle this mess. Then we’ll have time to discuss things.”
Surah wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that, but Sam was right; now was not the time or the place. She wrapped her fingers around the stone at her neck, nodded to her tiger, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the alleyway and onto the street.
The view here was even worse. People were running around like maniacs, smashing and breaking things for what seemed like just the hell of it. Theo had not been wrong when he’d said they were behavi
ng like humans, and Surah’s first instinct was to grab them all up by their collars and knock them upside their heads.
At first, everyone was so caught up in what they were doing that no one even noticed their queen standing on the street, watching their shameful ways. The first one to take notice of her was a woman with flaming red hair. When she saw Surah, she fell to her knees before her.
“Oh, please, your majesty,” the woman with the red hair cried, tears streaming down her cheeks and cutting paths in the black soot there. She gestured back at the bakery, which was just beginning to catch fire along with the barbershop beside it. “Help me save my shop. It’s all I have,” the woman pleaded.
Surah was more than happy to oblige. With a flick of her fingers, she extinguished the fire, striding over to the building as she did so.
Inside the broken storefront windows, rough-looking Sorcerers were grabbing at anything of value, and smashing everything else. An ugly grin lit up the face of one of the larger men as he took sight of Surah.
“Look what we got here, gentlemen,” the man sneered. “It’s the traitorous princess.”
Surah’s face was free of emotion. She had to tilt her head back to do it, but she met the big man’s eyes and shook her head once. Her voice registered soft and even when she spoke.
“I’m afraid you’re mistaken,” she said. “I am your queen.”
The man spat at the floor of the bakery, making the other two men that were with him smirk.
“You ain’t no queen of mine,” he said, but the last word came out a touch choked, and he took a few stumbling steps back.
Surah did not have to turn around to know that Samson had stepped up behind her.
