Facing the Fae [BOOK TWO]

Chapter 12

[Long, long wait. My laptop was in a shop so it could get fixed - for nearly a month - so I couldn't update.]

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As it turned out, it was possible. That didn't make it any less insane though.

Rebecca turned slowly, looking at herself in the full length mirror. Standing in just her underwear, she should've been preoccupied by the scars (which, truth be told she was), but the sight of wings jutting out of her back was just too distracting.

The pain had been so bad, she expected her back to torn to shreds, bloody and bruised—literally. Except, no, that wasn't how it worked at all. Her view was slightly obscured, but it didn't matter. Her back was supposed to have two holes in it, ugly and gruesome. But there was no sign that anything was different.

If you ignored the wings sprouting from her back.

Compared to Mikael's they were tiny, barely spanning the length of her back. It didn't change how heavy they felt though. Pale golden in colour, they looked like a shimmering sun. Visually, the looked soft and feathery. Yet they weren't. Every time she touched them it was like a lick of fire burned in her back. The same feeling came when she moved too much—as soon as her back muscles moved so did her wings.

The pain wasn't so bad now that she'd somewhat adapted to it. Although, maybe it was the darkness, the only light from the lamp hanging on the ceiling. She knew it was late, but every time she tried to sleep she rolled the wrong way and the pain turned jarring.

With a sigh, she switched of the light and went back into her room. Eloquently as she'd seen fish do, she then face planted onto the bed. Resting her head on the silk pillows, she closed her eyes, trying to force sleep to take over. If her wings suddenly went poof and disappeared she'd count her blessing.

She couldn't be that lucky though.

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And she wasn't.

So she gave up on trying to get sleep, deciding to get dressed in sweat pants and a sweater. Like magic, she was able to get it over her wings without a fuss. It was like they disappeared altogether.

Only for the moment though.

Now, as she walked around aimlessly within the castle, she was dead on her feet. But, with sleep evading her, she just continued to explore. Surrounded by silence, the only sound was her bare footsteps.

For the first time in weeks, no one was following her. She was completely on her own. So used to other company, she kept looking around her, paranoid someone was lurking somewhere behind her.

She had no idea where she was going.

This was a castle, there had to be secret passages everywhere. She was bound to trip through a trap door at some point. Or find a section of wall that wasn't actually there, only for show, which caved in.

Nothing nearly exciting happened. She just kept... walking. And walking. And walking. No one jumped out at her, no floor caved in from underneath her.

She just walked.

She'd yet to pass anything interesting either. So far, the hall she was on was endless. Every ten metres of so, there was a door. All were closed and she didn't dare open them.