Without You... (Iron Fey Fanfiction. 2nd book to Meghan's Life.)

Chapter 5

Meghan's P.O.V

I woke up with a yawn, immediately noticing I was in the same white room as last time. I quickly took in my surroundings, looking for any hostiles and relaxed seeing that only Puck was in the room. Seeing I was awake, he jumped out of the chair he was in and stood by my bedside, crossing his arms in a weird way. I eyed his actions very closely until I looked at his face and saw him giving me a heart warming smile.

"I see your awake. How you feelin?" He asked, emerald eyes scanning my face all over.

"I think I'm doing okay, all things considered." I responded, leaving out that I had a pain in my arm. He nodded his head, making eye contact with me but didn't say anything else.

Okay...

"Puck," I started. "Where's Ash? How come your always the only one here when I wake up?" Puck snorted, still not moving his arms.

"If you don't like my company, Princess, you could've just said so." He said, breaking eye contact and looking at everything that isn't me.

I narrowed my eyes and kept my eyes on his face. "Puck. What are you hiding?" I say, raising an eyebrow.

Still without making eye contact he answers, "His Royal Iciness went to recover. He's in the Unseelie Territory."

"What?" I snapped. "What do you mean recover? What happened to him?" I asked, becoming very aware and very confused quickly. "And...why am I here? I'm supposed to be at the party." I said, looking around before looking back to Puck, finding his eyes already on me with a certain intensity.

"You don't remember?" He asked, emerald green eyes cutting into me.

"Remember what?" I asked. He closed his eyes, muttering a cuss word under his breath before looking down.

"They got you again, Meghan. They used the oldest trick in the book and none of us could do a goddamn thing until it was too late." He said, scrunching his eyes at the end and adjusting his hold on his arms.

"What's wrong with your arms?" I finally asked. His eyes stayed closed and he didn't answer. I narrowed my eyes, reaching up and grabbing hold of his arm. Though, right when I grabbed him his eyes flew open and he tightly gripped my hand on his arm. I jumped at the movement and how swift it was. I try to shake his hand off of me but it does nothing as he looks me in the eyes.

"Would you let go? Let me help, you look in pain." I say, attempting to shake his hand again. No movement, and no words. "Puck!" I yell quietly. He sighs and looks away from me, slowly dropping his arm. Immediately I roll up his green leather sleeve to reveal what seemed to be little black fingerprints, almost looking like burn marks? I gasped and let go of his hand, staring at the burn marks intensively and instantly being filled with questions.

"What happened? Who attacked you? Was it the same person that attacked Ash?" I asked.

"Yes, in fact, it was." He answered.

"Who did it?" I asked. He remained silent but kept his gaze on me. My anger flared and Puck backed up a step. "Quit beating around the bush, Puck. What the hell happened while I was knocked out?" I asked, tired of the way he was acting.

"Knocked out?" He said, chuckling and scratching the back of his neck. "You were far from knocked out, Princess."

"Spit it out already!"

"Alright!" He yelled back at me. "We believe that whoever took you the first time kidnapped you again, only this time, you came back with a chip in your arm."

"How?"

"Like I said, they used the oldest-"

"No, I mean. How did I act?" I say, interrupting him.