Fantasy Land

Chapter 25

Trapped

Jayna

"Hello son." The man says cruelly, pulling a chair over to the bars of our cage.

Lest looks absolutely horrified looking at the man who just walked into what seemed to be a cellar. Our cage was one of many down here. Lest clings to Gabie in his arms, whether from fear or desperation, I can't tell.

"The separation pains must be horrible." He has a butterfly knife in his hand, twirling it about his fingers. "You look dreadful."

"You should be dead." Lest says shakily.

"Accuracy was never your strong suit." He pulls down his shirt collar to his chest allowing us all to see a large scar on his chest. It looks like it was from a knife, a little off from where his heart is. "You missed boy." It is spoken in a cruel way, to be little Lest.

"Give me another chance and I won't miss." Lest spits with pure venom in his voice. How can a son hate his father so much? The man lets out a hearty laugh at Lest's words.

"I'm sure you wouldn't in your regular state." He leans forward, motioning to Lest in his entirety. "But like this, you don't stand a chance dear boy."

"Fuck you." Lest says weakly, another fit of shivers overtaking his body as he starts to cough, blood splattering over the floor as he falls to his knees.

"Lestrade, I raised you better than this. Any other woman would have been fine, and I could have come to accept the polyamory thing. But a witch and the alpha king? You have poor taste and should have known the bond with that wolf would kill you." He stands, opening the cell. We all cower away from him as he steps in. "You did bring me one of the royal elf's children however."

He grabs me by my throat, pressing the blade against my cheek.

"Such a pretty thing." He says as he leans closer to me. I try to fight against him, failing miserably as I do. "She hasn't even come into her power yet." He runs the back of the blade along my matted hair, revealing my ears. I don't know what is so interesting about my ears and I don't know what he's talking about.

"Jackson." The man turns to the voice that says what I assume is his name. "The witch and boy are yours, but the girl is mine." She's the one that's been following us with the long nails. I remember the nails I found outside of that abandoned cabin we stayed in. They were long and bright green; these ones are neon pink.

"Truly, you're no fun Agatha." He pushes me to the ground, walking out of the cage.

"This truce is only on the condition of her retrieval for Needledrop." Agatha says as she looks at her nails.

"Yes, what exactly do your bosses want with her?" Jackson asks.

"That is not a condition of our truce." Agatha turns to walk out of the cellar, stopping for a moment. "And if I told you, I'd have to kill you." She gives him a sadistically sweet smile, walking out. He follows shortly after her out of the cellar, slamming the door closed. Lest has stopped coughing now, spitting out a wad of blood from his mouth.

"Lest-" He cuts Gabie off before she can continue speaking.

"Don't." He clenches his fists in his lap. "I killed him once before, I'll do it again." Lest stands on solid legs for the first time. He pushes the door to the cage open with ease, catching something that falls from the lock. It's his bracelet. He locks it back around his wrist, moving through the room with such confidence.

"Gabie." I whisper to her as she turns to look at me. "What's wrong with my ears?" I ask her. She moves the hair around my ear away, looking at them.

"They are pointed now, like Jenna's are." She tells me gently. "Like an elf." I stare at her shocked.