Endeverafter: The Series Presents The Cursed One

Chapter Thirty-Seven

"You're not having a good time," Nadia said.

"No, I am."

"You have that face on."

"What face?"

"Like it's torture for you to be here."

"Nadia, in case you're unaware, I am a Light Fae," Kris said, whispering. "I'm a Light Fae sitting in a Dark Fae club. I could get killed and no one would bat an eyelash."

"I would."

"You know what I mean."

"I know but you've been here before and nothing has happened."

"That's because you gave me a makeover and made me look like I should be up on one of those poles," Kris said, pointing behind her. When Nadia suggested that they go out, she wasn't expecting her on and off ex-girlfriend to take her to the Deviant. On a Monday, no less, but the strip club was packed.

"I wouldn't mind seeing you on one of those poles," Nadia said, blushing.

Kris leaned over and kissed her on the side of her neck. "Buy me another drink but I won't make any promises."

Nadia giggled to herself as she signaled for the bartender. Kris turned around and watched drunken men toss wads of dollar bills at the dancers above them. As beautiful as the women were, they were just as dangerous. As a Light Fae, she should have been scared to be in Dark Fae territory but the truth was, she felt more comfortable around them than she did around any Lights. It didn't make her feel good about the person that made her, but growing up in a family full of Lights, she learned quickly that neither groups were that much different from each other. It made her wish that she had chosen to be unaligned like her own niece. At first, she thought Drue was being reckless but after everything that had been happening, she realized that being unaligned made her niece stronger and smarter than she could ever be.

The bartender placed two cups in front of them and disappeared. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Nadia announced. "Try to stay out of trouble while I'm gone."

"I'll try." Kris watched as Nadia disappeared into the crowd of people before she turned around to face the bar. She was staring into her cup when she felt someone brush up against her arm.

"Fancy seeing you here." Recognizing the voice, Kris turned and dropped her jaw when she saw Arvo standing there. Before she spoke, she looked around. "If you're wondering why you haven't been killed yet, give it time."

"I don't think I will."

"Oh no?"

"We both know that if I was in any type of danger, I would've been dead already."

Arvo nodded. "Maybe I just wanted to give you a chance to explain yourself first."

"I stopped explaining myself the day my mother passed away," Kris said. "So, if you're gonna do something, get it over with."

"You're almost as hard headed as a Spectre."

"I envy them."

"You shouldn't," Arvo said, leaning his back against the bar. "Take my Spectre, for example." Kris followed his eyes and turned around. "You see the man standing by the DJ booth? The one with the braids and twists in his hair?"

"Mhm."

"His name is Gregori and his job is to protect me at all costs."

"Oh, you mean like the two twins that are always with Virek?" Kris asked.

"Yeah, but less annoying," Arvo replied, dryly. "My point is that his life is dedicated to making sure no harm comes to me. Does that look like fun to you?"