The Faerie Slayer

Chapter 33

Abby's Pov

When Kade departed, I felt as if my soul had been emptied. For the little while that he was near, I felt like the restoration of a dying plant who's faced a week of desert finally in the midst of sweet wet rain. He felt warm, and comfortable and safe. Kade felt like home, even more so then my life before. I longed for his kiss, his touch. Over and over I asked myself, how could I have been so selfish, in the motel room in Vermont to have been granted one kiss and to have hardly cherished it. I was amongst my thoughts in the moment, how could I have known that I may never kiss him again?

In my heart, I knew this journey was suicide and I wasn't even sure of how much I trusted Ellie. I had no choice, if there was an inch of hope then this was it. I prayed and prayed that everything would work out and if it didn't, then at the very least, Kade would make it out of here alive.
I debated jumping off of this bed, running downstairs and out into the forest. Chasing after them both and forcing Elie to take us to a body of water where we can escape by portal. I knew better however, I knew that as soon as I stepped foot outside of this room, that there would be about a dozen ogres ready to strike me down.
This cannot be my life.
As Kade had been stumbling down the tree, I had pulled Elie aside whispered in her ears.

'If there's any trouble, open a portal for him. Trick him into going back to earth, do whatever it takes, but save him first.'

She peered at me with big sad eyes but nodded.

I heard a knock on my door downstairs and then someone approaching briskly up the steps. I had already made sure that the window was closed. There was no evidence of my rebellion, still I was uneasy. I sat up on the bed and watched Edmund appear out from the bottom of the stairs.

"Hi there," his voice was calm and pleasant. He wore his white hair up today, alongside a green suit that matched with his eyes.

"Hello," I did not mean to sound so sad. The last time I had seen him was at the garden when I had made a scene. Since then, I received his note on my bedside with the date of the wedding. It almost felt like the most passive aggressive form of revenge.
An invite to my own doom, I thought.

"I came to see if you were up to going somewhere with me tomorrow morning," he sat himself at the edge of my bed. I could smell bitter wine on his lips combined with the scent of something coppery like blood," I will be going to the village. I'd love to introduce you to the locals. I'm sure they'd also like to meet their new princess."

I slightly pondered. I toyed with the idea of simply saying no. Would his green eyes suddenly shine black like his mothers when he's angry?
I have to act like everything is normal, this is what's best to keep them from suspecting anything.

"I'd love to," I replied," should I wear anything special?"

"Fay will know exactly how to dress you," he seemed pleased with my choice of words," I assume you received my invite to the ball?"

I smiled a sly grin and nodded once," it will be my pleasure to be your wife, although I never thought that I would be receiving an invite to my own wedding."

"So you're not angry with me anymore then?" He stood up and approached me without indication that he was going to do so. I felt his cold palm on my cheek and it took me off guard. I suddenly felt as if my head were to start spinning. I wanted to flinch away but resisted. Instead, I placed my palms atop his fingers on my face and said," I can't be mad at you."

His face remained expressionless, but something knowing crossed his eyes. He was beyond me in the game on manipulation, he knew that something was up.
He suddenly smiled and stepped back," I'll come retrieve you in the morning then."