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The dirty, monstrous Fae who had spent centuries enslaving us, who would form the queen’s army and kill the Catalyst. Kill children. Kill my sister.
Just as I would kill him.
“Can we use it?” The second Fae said, Vaelar continuing to circle the table. “Can we take her?”
“Yes, everything is moving as I have planned,” Vaelar said, his steps slowing as he moved to the front of the table, to the head of the map I now recognized as a layout of the Runturin as it was now, after the queen had made her ‘improvements’. Even what little I could make out from where I stood, it was nothing like how I had known it.
Not only had he gone into the Runturin, but they had clearly been planning to go in for some time. Planning to take the princess.
“Luckily, they will both be leaving when the wedding party departs on the pilgrimage to that blasted graveyard in a few days. We can use it to get out of the city, and then to get them out. But we will need to hurry. I removed the lock on the princess, so things might be becoming a bit chaotic for her right about now.”
“Would it be worth it to kill her then too?” the man asked, his fingers picking at a corner of the map.
“Not yet,” Vaelar said, shaking his head as he stared at the map. “We don’t have the strength yet. Besides, we have a bigger problem.”
He lifted his head then, all of that buzzing binding energy that had brought me there, that still wound around me turning into an inferno as he stepped forward. The door opened without me even touching it and I was dragged into the room with a wave of Vaelar’s hand.
It was then that he looked up, it was then that I peered into a face that haunted my dreams. Sallow skin, defined features, pointed ears. Even without the scar that ran right down the side of his face I knew who he was. It didn’t matter that his eyes were blue instead of the black I had seen them as in the Qit. It didn’t matter that he smiled as though he was glad to see me rather than with the malice and death I had seen the first time.
None of it mattered, because it was him, the man who had rushed into my home that day. Who had destroyed everything. Who had killed Lily.
It was him, and I was going to kill him.
Even though I couldn’t breathe beyond those coils of heat and light that were everywhere now, I still drew my blades.
His smirk was different from the twisted demonic one I had seen before. I barely saw the changes, barely cared as he spoke.
“The Fae killer has found us.”
I lunged at him before he had finished talking.
Chapter 16
Caspyn
Vaelar.
The monster had a name, but I barely cared. All I wanted was his blood on my hands. If I killed him now perhaps Lilly would live. They all would.
Fire exploded from me as I rushed him, his eyes going wide for only a moment before he casually side stepped, letting the inferno that was exploding from my palms slam into the wall behind him. The bang of the impact echoed through the tiny room, the sounds of confusion and fear from those waking up a floor below mixing with the sound of creaking and splintering wood.
“You killed my sister!” I screamed, that same fire popping and spreading over the wood as I faced him.
I needed to focus, not let my rage and anger pull me into chaos. It was, however, always my rage and anger that pulled me toward each death. This time it was uncontrollable.
“I may have.” Vaelar once again avoided my magic. “I have, unfortunately, killed a lot of people. As have you.”
“I have killed monsters. Fae. Not people,” I snarled, drawing my blades.
“You say that as though you are not a monster yourself, Fae killer.”
I roared as I pushed one hand forward, fire ripping through the air toward him. It never reached its mark. The bright flames spread through the air away from him as though it had hit a wall.
A shield.
I had only encountered one other Fae with that skill in my years of hunting the monsters down. Thankfully, it was easily defeated. I drew my blade down, the sharp metal glinting and singing as I swiped and lunged, whatever wall he had used to deflect my flame popped with a sound like a slap, the tip of the knife plunging right to where his heart would be, if the beasts had one.
He was still smiling as he dodged, his hair flowing behind him as he lifted his hand, hitting my elbow and shoulder in quick succession. Pain lanced all the way down to my bones, something inside of me ripping and cracking as my blade nearly slipped from my fingers. I clung on, all of those times I had been forced to fight with broken bones coming in use as I swiped with my long dagger again and again, my feet moving quickly as I dodged his hands as quickly as he dodged my knife.
