A Court Of Storms And Death

Chapter 2

It was a young woman who screamed. Barely a few years older than me, being mishandled by a male who looked constipated with that mum-awful sneer on his face. She was begging him, screaming and pleading to let her go.

"Please, please don't!  Father, I beg of you... please!!"

Her father's face twisted cruelly in disgust. "Stupid wretch. I should have sold you off when I had the chance. You are a worthless taint on the good name of our family."

Several other males have crowded around too, some looking on with disdain, some with indifference. None of them lifted a hand to help her. My blood boiled.

No one should be subjected to something like that. My scars burned in response.

I was going to tear the intestines out of that male's body. Keeping to the shadows, I raced towards the still sobbing young female and flung out my hand just as the whip encircled it.

The male's eyes widened, and I yanked on the whip, throwing him off balance and tightened it like a noose around his neck. I yanked again, and he slumped on the ground as his neck strained.

The sudden movements I had just used made My vision blur and my head swim.

I loved poisons and all, just not when it running through my fucking body.

The woman was now looking on with wide-eyed horror, but she didn't try to stop me. Several of the males now swarmed around us.

One asshole grabbed my elbow, and drawled, "What's a pretty little thing like you doing here?". His beady little eyes roved over my body.

That pig.

Though there was no greater pleasure in any world than carving out the balls of a male who thinks he's entitled to a woman's body, I couldn't fight my way out of this. Summoning my power didn't work either, my head swam with the effort and keeping upright seemed very difficult.

"Don't touch me." The assholes laughed in response.

I saw the woman crawling away, unnoticed. Good. At least one of us was safe.

"And who are you to command us?", the beady-eyed pig sneered.

Ugh. I had no jurisdiction in this world. My hair and hands hurt from how the fucker was gripping it, and my head pounded violently again.

Then I remembered the conversation of that fae, about a high Lord, and a Night Court. He had an heir that made the people here piss their pants.

I can't believe I was about to resort to such cheap tactics. But as my aunt Elide told me,  some men don't respect anything they think they're entitled to.

Also, I had a huge headache.

And so, without giving myself time to doubt, I managed to rasp out, " The Night Court's heir, he is my husband. I'm sure he'll be very pleased to meet all of you."

It had the desired effect I hoped for, every single one of them took a step back, their faces were drawn and pale, and from the scent in the air, one of them had indeed pissed their pants.

No sooner had the words left my mouth, a dark, rumbling power filled the cavernous mountain. Something inside me raged in response to the coiling, death like the power that filled the room. Like it had found a counter-melody.

The males were trembling now, they seem rooted to their spots in utter fear. Their eyes went back and forth from me... and to something behind me.

I turned around,  just as a warm,  broad hand gripped my shoulders, keeping me upright and a rich, deep voice said, "There you are, my love. I have been looking for you."

My breath caught as I tilted my head up to find the most beautiful male I had ever seen.