Facing the Fae [BOOK TWO]

Chapter 9

Rebecca had been following blindly since they exited the school—so when they ended up in front of a grand white building, that closely resembled a church, she had no idea how they'd gotten there.

The front of the building was exuberant, a grand dais leading up to two large, brass doors. Pillars lined along the dais, carved in Faelk. It was a tall building, glass domed windows visible lining from top to bottom.

Two huge Fae stood on either side of the door, arms crossed over their chests—silent brooding figures. They regarded them coldly. Rebecca stepped back instinctively, though she was already hidden.

Words were barked in quick succession; Rebecca privy to nothing that was said. That said, she guessed: they were clearly asking why they were there and someone was telling them. Of course, the conversation was nowhere near that nice by the sound of it.

Rebecca was still in a stupor, unsure of what had happened in the last hour. She'd gone from eating breakfast with someone who was clearly terrified of her to being stared at in a classroom to standing in front of a church. How, she had no idea. It was all a blur.

She felt a shift around her, before her guards parted from around her—giving her a direct walk through as though she was a celebrity on a red carpet. Rebecca was able to see more of the imposing, building—and suddenly she felt tiny.

Unsure of what to do, Rebecca didn't move. Conversation had ceased.

"Reginae, the council awaits your presence."

If that wasn't a hurry up she didn't know what was.

Well aware she was beet red, she started to walk forward. Her guards were in step with her; for every step she took forward, they took one too. So focused on moving, she missed the first step of the dais. Instead, her foot hit the edge and she almost went tumbling over. Or, she would have, had hands not grabbed her and stopped the inevitable fall.

Well and truly embarrassed, Rebecca managed to make it up the steps without face planting—by some miracle. The two Fae on either side of the door were frozen for a second. Then, in a rushed movement, they both bowed low.

Rebecca shifted, waiting as they righted themselves and moved to open the huge, officious doors. She stared down at the ground and tried to tell herself she could do this.

Disillusions only got you so far though.

With a sigh, she straightened her back, stood tall, and walked through the now-open doors with an air of confidence she didn't have.

She was led through many doors—so many she quickly got lost.

Her guide came in the form of an elderly male in grey livery, who rushed to the door the second she'd stepped through. He didn't say a word; only bowed and turned, in short an order to follow. Rebecca had.

He was different. There was something off about him. What is was she wasn't sure. Until Kyane had whispered that he was Lupus—and, as if she had split personalities everything had started to fall into place, making inexplicable sense.

As the elderly man stopped before a set of closed doors, Rebecca tried to look around her. It was a futile effort. Everything with the building was white, extravagant and expensive. She was too terrified to touch anything in case it broke.