Page 89 of Hurt Me Not


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I whipped my head in Tru’s direction, where Amaris had the rapier to her neck. I raised my ax, ready to charge the wicked fae, but Finch stepped forward. With each step closer to Amaris and Tru, he transformed.

His sky-blue hair fluttered away, exposing pitch-black strands soon encompassing his head. His shirt tore to shreds, and blueish-purple wings morphed to a stone-like color. His shimmering skin dulled to a stormy gray, and when he flicked his eyes my way, they were pools of obsidian.

Gone was the light; darkness had taken over.

“I warned you, Amaris.” Finch’s voice was a growl, almost as if a beast had taken residence.

“Finch.” Amaris’s voice shook, no doubt seeing the force of whatever Finch harbored, coming at her.

“I’m your sister, fae! They are only humans!” She shouted, but it was as if he couldn’t hear her.

He charged, and she lifted the rapier toward Finch and tried to shuffle away, but even I knew that was pointless.

One minute she was fleeing; the next she crumpled to the ground, curling inside herself. Her screams were torturous.

I searched, but nothing was touching her. Finch had stopped advancing. He merely stared at her, head cocked, as she shrilled in what one would guess was excruciating pain.

“It ends when you choose it to.” Finch sneered.

“Please,” she yelled in agony.

Finch lifted his hand, inches from Tru, and I admittedly feared for my daughter’s safety, but he simply sliced through the ropes with what appeared to be razorlike nails.

Tru fell to the ground, her eyes wide as she took in Finch’s dark fae form.

“Tru, come here.” I spoke loudly, so she’d hear me over Amaris’s shrills.

She stumbled a moment before she rushed over to me, not stopping until she was buried in my arms.

“What’s happening, Dad?”

“I’ll tell you later. We need to run now, Tru-bug.”

“Run?”

She looked at me with confusion.

“Finch said to run; I need to trust him.” With one last glance at Finch, who was solely focused on his sister, I pulled Tru to follow me.

“But…what…” She was rambling and likely confused about everything she was seeing unfold around her. It wasn’t ideal, and I accepted there’d be a long talk in our future.

“Please, sweetheart.”

She kept pace as I raced down the mountain. The terrain was rough, slippery, and we slid quite a few times. I swore everything I was seeing was familiar but the more we ran, the more unsure I was.

“Dad, I can’t.” Tru stopped by a large boulder. “My feet.”

She was wearing socks but that was it, and I’d been pulling her along.

“I’ll carry you, come on.” I crouched and scooped her in my arms.

I wasn’t as fast with her and all my gear, but slow and steady would have to work.

We rounded a rock wall, and I hoped it meant we were close to the base of the mountain…I was so wrong.

Before me stood what appeared to be maybe twenty fae, and it was easy to tell they weren’t the good kind.

They parted, and two figures stepped forward. One was familiar, though he seemed inkier in appearance. His smirk revealed who he was.

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