shadows don't lie

Chapter Three

*Warnings: Suic!dal Thoughts, Torture*

She awoke to the sound of quiet conversation at the edge of her bedside.
Spoken in hushed tones, the female could make out two, maybe three voices. She listened intently trying to understand what they were saying.

"-on't know whath court she comes from! For all we know this is a trap set by Vallahan, or worse." A heavy sigh broke the silence as they all seemed to consider the words.

"We can't just throw a victim to the wolves, Amren. As far as we know she was a Hybern-" The girl flinched at the mention and the conversation died off.

"She's awake, we can continue this later." The same male said with a strict tone and the one called Amren seemed to huff at this.

The male walked up to her bedside, his footsteps the only audible sound other than the soft scraping of chairs behing him. The male stopped and began speaking in a soothing and almost sensual voice as he got straight to the point.

"I know you're awake. There's no reason to be alarmed, as of right now you are safe as can be."

Sensing her ruse was up the girl opened her eyes and looked at the High Fae before her. His face was unnaturally handsome with dark blue-black hair and tan skin, but the most striking detail that she noticed were his eyes.

The amethyst colored pupils with flecks of what seemed to be liquid starlight looked at her in concern, and his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly.

He held his calloused hands in front of him as if to show that he was harmless, but somewhere in the back of her mind she could hear a quiet whisper of caution; this male was dangerous.

She just eyed carefully him as he waited for some type of response but when none was forthcoming he didn't seem angry, just disappointed. This had her glancing around the room for any possible escape routes, because she had been in this situation before. Males never took it well when they were denied. The male reached over to her bedside table and she froze at the movement, expecting him to grab some torture instrument. She tried to turn her head but winced as sharp pains shot down her spine. Watching as best as she could out of the corner of her eye, the male slowly brought a cup of water into view.

"I'm not sure when you last ate or drank, but I do know it hasn't been in a very long time. It's not laced with anything and if you want more, there is plenty where that came from." The female stared at the water thirstily. It had indeed been a while since she had even a drop of water, and as she stared at the glass her mouth just went dry in anticipation.

She attempted to pull up an arm to grab the cup, but as she grabbed the glass her hand began shaking with the effort. Noticing this, the male kept a hand on the glass and helped bring the water up to her face, slowly tilting it so that she could drink. As she gulped it down her eyes flickered to the other two males behind this one, both of them staring at her while she drank from two cozy looking chairs. Once the glass was empty the male set it back down on the table beside the bed and sat down in a chair that seemed to appear behind him, leaning back and watching her as she did him.

"So," he began. "I need you to be aware of something so that you don't hurt yourself or anyone else." he spared a quick glance towards the male who now wore black leathers adorned with blue stones atop his hands. "Are you aware of what a Shadowsinger is?"

The question had her thinking as hard as she could but nothing was making any sense to her, and it only made her head pound. She just twitched her head in a quick 'no' and waited for him to explain.

"They are certain Fae with... abilities... As the name implies though, they are most recognized by their shadows, or more specifically their ability to communicate with said shadows." The male waved a hand towards her as a lazy gesture. "As you may have noticed, you have an affinity for that communication."