Chapter Six

 

 

 

 

Back within the crystal clear walls of the Glass Castle, Shade and Brisa loaded their backpacks with supplies. Shade enjoyed the slight déjà vu the preparations gave her, not to mention the permanently-etched, surprised look on Brisa’s face at the discovery of the shrinking spell on her pack, allowing her to stuff all sorts of things into it without any increase in weight or size. Brisa was having a bit of a harder time adjusting to the magic than Shade had, but she was gritting her teeth through the surprises, shocks and craziness of the Faerie world.

It had Shade smiling. Maybe things would have ended differently if Brisa had been with her the very first time she stepped into the Land of Faerie. Maybe things would have taken a much less extreme turn had they been together. Shade would’ve not been so lonely on her magical adventures. Maybe she would have been a lot safer with a kindred spirit at her side. But there was also the possibility the outcome would have been worse. Brisa was completely human; not a lick of magic ran in her veins. Faerie was much too dangerous for Brisa, yet here they were.

Puffing out a breath, Shade shook the thoughts from her mind, knowing things were what they were. Nothing else mattered. Brisa was here now, her chosen kin, in a way. Brisa helped fill the emptiness Shade’s loss of her magic had left behind. Still, the ache of the hole yet to be filled up once more made her smile fade, and she turned back to the task at hand: stuffing more food, more blankets, clothes and other necessities into the black pit of her pack.

What if this didn’t lead them anywhere? What if she remained powerless forever? She couldn’t think like that. To lose her power forever was to become a full human mortal once more. If that was the worst of it, then so be it. She would deal with it as it came. That wasn’t so bad, right? She could do this.

“You didn’t tell me Rylan was here.” Brisa nudged her back into the present. Her friend blushed shyly as the Teleen changeling weaved his way through the supplies scattered throughout the room. Soap dropped a rolled-up leather mat filled with long swords into the weaponry pile. He had his long, light brown hair pulled tightly away from his face with most of it hanging loosely over his shoulder. He turned to face them and lit up as his eyes found Shade. When those eyes moved to Brisa next, the shiny twinkle remained as he made his way toward them.

“Oh! He’s heading this way!” Brisa could barely contain her excitement, gripping Shade’s arm so tightly her nails dug into the flesh.

“Ow! Not so hard!” Shade shook off her friend’s hand and rubbed the sore spots. She watched her friend’s eyes widen, drifting into a semi-shocked state. There had never been a moment ever before in which Brisa had been so taken aback by the opposite sex. Shade wondered if it was just the effect a faery can have on a human, or was it that Brisa was seriously infatuated with Soap? It made Shade blush as she turned to watch him approach. His perfect face was enchanting, and its straight lines and soft lips made even Shade’s heart flutter. The muscles lining his frame were lean and rippled as he moved about the room. The thin shirt he wore did nothing to hide them. Even with his hair partially tied back, he could make the Calvin Klein models look ugly next to him.

“Hey,” he said and smiled, leaning in for a tight hug from Shade. As he stepped away, he acknowledged Brisa, standing with her lips parted and eyes now half-mooned as she took in all of him. This made him glance at Shade as he smiled and scooped Brisa up into his arms for a tight hug. “Brisa! So good to see you again!”

Something stung Shade. She winced as she noticed the way he pulled her friend tight against his chest for just a moment too long. Brisa sighed and relaxed into his strong arms and seemed to be inhaling his scent. Shade knew how his skin smelled, of rustic pine and forests misted in early morning dew. She turned away, knowing she shouldn’t feel such jealousy. Soap was her boyfriend. Yet, sneaking a small glance back toward them as they parted, Shade saw a very disappointed Brisa as Soap let her go. Shade had never looked at him like that. If she loved him, why did she never look at him like that? Had she ever?

Guilt rode through her as she quickly picked up more things to stuff into her bag, ignoring the knot forming in the well of her throat.

“Are we in a hurry?” Soap questioned he peered over her nearly depleted pile of supplies. Brisa resumed her task, but her pile was noticeably bigger than Shade’s. Brisa continued to stare dreamily at the Teleen changeling.

“No,” Shade huffed.

“Okay….” Soap waited, watching her as curiosity obviously ran across his face. He stood there for an eternity, it seemed to Shade, before he turned to grab his own pack from where he had stashed it under a table, near the door. Returning, he dropped it by his feet. He now held a long sword covered snuggly in a leather hilt. Expertly tying the straps across his chest and adjusting its weight to his back, he then pulled his long hair out of its grip before offering Brisa some help with her remaining bundles. Shade swung her backpack over her shoulder and scurried out of the room before her emotions got the best of her.

She was practically running out of the meeting room by the time she reached the doors, feeling tears biting at her eyes, threatening to fill up her lids and spill over. She didn’t want Brisa—or Soap, for that matter—to see her crying. Why couldn’t she hold it together? Her emotions were running rampant, and she was afraid they would run her ragged. She was the one pushing Soap so far away. He had the right to be happy, even if it wasn’t with her. Maybe it would be easier on both of them if she let him go.

Was she ready for that?

Turning the corner as she headed toward the courtyard, where the lush greenery and the overhanging branches of the willow trees would hide her, she hoped no one had followed her. She couldn’t take the humiliation of facing the others right now.

The sun was shining, bright and searing above the land. The air shifted softly with a cool breeze that made her shiver, even under her tunic and leather vest. She took the stairs down into the alcove of a large, palatial fountain made of carved stone which displayed two winged eagles dancing in the air together. She cherished the moment of solace as the water sprayed out between the eagles and arched over each one, cascading down in a torrent of splashes that misted up and wet Shade’s skin as she sat on edge. It made her colder, but she didn’t care. She welcomed the numbing cold, for it took her thoughts away from their current state.

“Needed some air?”

Shade jumped, jerking to the right where Dylan was coming around the other side of the fountain. He watched her with his still, steel-grey eyes shining back to her.

“Oh, yeah, I just, you know…,” she stuttered. Groaning, she stopped trying to explain and just let the silence engulf her as she closed her eyes. The gurgle of water was noisy enough to swallow her thoughts.

“I always wondered why the Teleen would choose to live so deep underground, in the cold, frigid and stale air, with walls all around.” Dylan slid down to sit next to her, staring up at the Glass Castle, whose tall edifices hovered above the thick expanse of trees. “Since I’ve been gone for so long, whenever I return, it feels claustrophobic to me now. Any place with too many walls and too many people feels this way.”

Shade looked up toward the former Teleen Captain of the Guard. She met his eyes as he observed her every movement. She thought about looking away, but felt glued to his face. His long black hair was growing rapidly, and now graced his shoulders with thick waves fluttering in the cool breeze. It whipped at his eyes occasionally, making him blink. His eyelashes were thick and black, and his slightly tanned, but still pale skin, was smooth, flawless and had a gleam of blue undertone to it. As she shivered, she watched as he let his glamour slip away and a brilliant blue fire rippled along his body, flowing over his skin in a flickering wave of flames.

Dylan edged closer to her, bringing an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into a snug embrace. He adjusted the heat he radiated to a toasty warm temperature which surrounded Shade; it was like being embraced by a warmed, thick blanket. She rested her head on his shoulder and enjoyed the warmth. Without words, he had soothed her, driven the cold and the craziness of her thoughts away until all she wanted was to just sit there and relish his touch forever.

“Do you love him?” Dylan’s voice came out soft and calm, breaking her from the cocoon she had curled up into. Sitting up, she looked up into his steely eyes, so filled with sadness and longing. A long thread of her hair flew between them on the wind, but his fingers curled around the strand, pushing it behind her ear in a tingling caress. It made her breath catch at the touch of his skin. It was fiery and pleasurable at the same time.

“Soap? Yes, but….” She gulped, hoping her words would come out right. “I don’t think I love him the way he should be loved. He has a special place in my heart, in my thoughts, but he deserves more than what I can give him. He needs so much more than me.” Shade tried to pull away, jarred by the admission she had kept so tightly locked inside. Dylan wasn’t so eager to let her go as he held firmly to her waist and reached up to touch her face.

“Don’t go,” Dylan whispered as he eased her back into his arms, closer to his chest and face, where she could feel his heart racing under his hot, fiery skin. She was captivated by his softened eyes, luring her back to him, swallowing her up into their depths as time seemed to slow down and the air around them stilled.

“I’m still here.” She studied his eyes, finding nothing but the love she’d yearned for all this time. “You’ve been gone for so long. It’s been so cold, so strange.” Shade’s breath was stolen by the warm air, her soft voice loud enough for only Dylan to hear. His sadness resurfaced as he took in her face, pulling her even closer, their lips nearly touching.

“I’ll never leave you again; that I swear. Nothing will ever harm you again. I will never allow it.” With that, his lips slipped onto hers, soft and sizzling. She kissed him back, letting the intoxication of his scent and skin overwhelm her. Her resistance was gone, and the world spun into a blur. There was nothing else now but his lips, his face, his arms, and his heart beating in her head. Her own heart thumped inside like it would burst. His lips were sweet, like a drizzle of honey, and she hungered insatiably for them.

Their kisses deepened until each wanted to consume the other. Blue flames erupted from his skin until embers snapped off the wisps of fire that ignited the morning breeze, sending the spray of fountain water into a sizzling cloud of steam. One hand was laced through her long, dark hair while the other caressed the small of her back.

Slowing the passion, they kissed softly, opening their eyes as they melted into each other. Shade felt elated. For the first time in an eternity, her heart did not feel dull or empty, but full and happy, even more so as his fingers traced a line down her cheek. This was heaven, at least for the moment. She finally had what she’d been waiting for, longing for, needing in every way one could need another person. For one moment, Dylan made her heart sing. He never let his grip slacken, and she doubted he ever wanted to let her go. She knew this only because she felt the same. To leave him now would be like cutting off a limb, trading in satiated pleasure for tormented pain. She wasn’t willing to let go, and she hoped he wouldn’t mind that. In that moment, there was so much hope for so many things.

A tiny crunch on fallen leaves demanded their attention, and she turned to see Brisa standing partially behind a willow tree. It’s long, swaying branches had been trimmed but some had still grown enough to caress the ground beneath, hiding her small figure fairly well.

Shade stared in surprise at her oldest friend. Brisa’s face was full of pain, full of resentment, a look that Shade wanted to wipe away with every fiber of her being.

“Brisa?” Shade called out as the blood drained from her face. Her human friend had already turned and was running toward the castle so fast it seemed she was running from death itself. Shade groaned, letting go of Dylan’s warm embrace as she jumped up and sprinted behind her. Brisa was already gone, and a search of the meeting room and hallways left no clues for Shade. Her friend was gone, at least momentarily, and it felt like an enormous rock hardening in Shade’s stomach. Shade realized the implications of what she’d done. Would Brisa run to tell Soap? What would she say to him? He was, after all, still Shade’s boyfriend.

Oh my gosh. What’s going to happen now?

Whatever occurred, she’d have to deal with it as it came. Slumping her way back to her room on the upper floor, she pondered the events of the day. Feeling lost at being ripped from Dylan’s arms and yet feeling such guilt hammering inside her, it was as if every step she took was the wrong one. It was all her fault; everything was so wrong.

This place is cursed, she thought. Or so it seemed.