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Chapter 62

KAIA'S POV

Shit.

I knew this was too fucking easy.

"I'm quite glad I killed my Mate," he says from where he stands flanked by dozens of guards, "because I wouldn't have wanted to be so obsessed with finding them that I don't think properly."

"I thought you were dead." I say trying to sound strong but my voice still comes out as a whisper.

He just laughs. "Oh please, you were such a little girl trying to kill me. No experience, no knowledge. You didn't even check for a heartbeat. Stupid girl. And by you showing up here right now, I can see that nothing has changed."

Those black eyes will forever haunt me. It was ten years ago but it was the one that had the most effect on me. He had the most effect on me.

It was a kill that I had locked away in my memories. I'd tried so hard to forget it. And I almost did. But then that day I woke up in the cell with that crazy lady. When she told me it was her that killed the Dark King and Queen, as well as one of their sons, that's when I knew she was certainly crazy.

Because it wasn't her who had killed them, it was me.

"I see you've been Mated to my son." he spits the word out like it disgusts me and it makes me angry. Any regret I had killing him - or trying to - fading away.

I was just glad that he killed the Queen and his first son himself. The son was only young, maybe fifty or so at the time - which isn't really young but for Fae it is. I was shocked when he turned around and killed them. Just killed them. His Mate and his son. Then proceeded to try to blame me.

But it didn't work. I shot him and he fell to the ground in pain before he could call for the guards. I was so panicked that I didn't even think to make sure he was dead. I just ran.

"Too bad he was Mated to a mere human, though I heard you're no ordinary human anymore, are you?" He waves his hand and one of his guards, dressed in all black uniform marches up to me and grabs my hands. I try to fight him off but he doesn't budge. Like, at all.

He drags me towards the King and I turn to look at Archyn but he's still collapsed on the ground, barely conscious, with two guards standing behind him.

I'm pulled over the cold tiles all the way to the King before I'm dropped, landing hard on my knees.

I fight the hiss of pain I want to release at the feeling and glare up at the King.

He's barely changed since I last saw him all those years ago in his throne room. His hair is still black, though now it's slightly greying. He's still the large man he was and the red jacket and black pants he wears makes him look even larger.

His eyes are a dark black, much darker than Archyn's and I've never been more grateful for the golden specks in his, for if not, I wouldn't have ever been able to look him in the eye.

Seeing his face after so many years reminded me of how different he and his son are. Archyn has a smaller nose that's bent slightly most likely from when it's been broken and not healed properly, compared to the King's large plump nose. Archyn has full round lips whereas the King has small paper thin ones.

Archyn has a jawline, his father certainly does not.

"You're a very naive girl, you know that Mikaia?" The King says and I roll my eyes, "Believing what some random person in a dream told you. Really, it's your fault Archyn was ever here. If you had never gone to that club, you would be a happy Mated couple. Not trapped in a prison."

He laughs an evil laugh that makes me cringe. There's nothing human in that laugh.

"That night you attempted to assassinate me, you almost did. Luckily my most trusted guards found me first. They immediately called a witch and had me healed. Though I was too weak to use any powers. Whatever poison that was in that arrow you used worked well. Nearly too well."