I think i've screwed up my chapters....
Twenty-Five
'There's gotta be a way out.' Dexter said, loud enough to be heard over the cheering. It immediately cut out once the fae crowd saw that their leaders were actually considering.
'We are not a spiteful race.' The queen started eventually. 'And we cannot lie. But you have been a problem to the supernatural world for twenty-seven years, and no-one would object to see your humiliation.'
'Twenty-seven years?' I cried. 'How could I have been annoying you since birth?'
She shrugged. 'It happens.'
I clenched my jaw as Dexter pleaded with me silently. After a moment, I caved. 'Alright.' I muttered, trying to slacken my jaw. 'Humiliation how?'
'I may not have many standards, but I'm not going that low.' I growled, clenching my jaw again.
'Come on, Trix, it's really simple. Can't you swallow it down just this once?' Dexter pleaded.
'But I'm not-'
'Yes, you are.'
'But I don't-'
'Yeah, you do.'
Growling, I turned back the pain in the ass faeries. 'OK, fine. You listening? I am scared. Hell, I'm scared out of my wits, but I'll never admit it ever again. Can I go now?'
After sharing a look with his wife, the king nodded. 'Of course.'
'Finally.' I sighed. 'Come on, Dex. I'm never letting you drive again.'
Following Dexter out through the tunnel, one of the fae pulled me back.
I immediately jerked out of her grasp, and for a second she seemed shocked before regaining her composure.
'No offence,' I began, 'But what the Hell do you want?'
'I want to help you.' She said, her brown eyes filled with sorrow.
'Oh yeah?' I said sceptically.
'You're the Cursed One. They're coming after you. Please, whatever you do, stay away from the Medicus and his Asylum, or we'll all pay.' She said quickly.
After casting a quick look over my shoulder to make sure I could still see Dexter, I turned back and said, 'Oh yeah? How so?'
'Just trust me.' She turned and ran off, disappearing in the sea of annoying faerie people.
'Hmm.' I mused before running after my brother.
'OK,' Dexter said as I rubbed my face tiredly. 'Let's go through what we know.'
Yawning, I said, 'I'm Cursed, there's a Medicus after me and I'm due to die in...' I counted. 'Three months. It's like I've got a contract on me. You think it's 'coz I'm so awesome? I think it's 'coz I'm so awesome.'
'Egos aside, is there anything else?' He asked, taking note.
'Dad's still gone.' I felt the hole that had been ripped in my chest open deeper. 'And there's that weird thing with Dana...'
'Oh yeah. We should probably check that out.' He decided.
'Uh huh.' I yawned again, falling back on the hotel bed. This hotel room was pretty big- it had one king sized bed down the hall, and two singles in this room. It also had a mini living room slash kitchen, and was the best hotel we had been in so far.
'You're tired a lot lately.' Dexter commented.
'What?'
'You're tired a lot lately.' He repeated.
'Oh.' I sat back up, fending off a second wave of exhaustion. 'Yeah, guess I am. Stress maybe?'
'I dunno.' He shrugged. 'Anyway, I got another call from Dana- saying something about wanting to meet us at some sort of Asylum.'
'Know who we haven't heard from lately?' I asked, falling back down and rolling onto my side. 'Gloria. Not that I'm complaining- one less psycho bitch on our asses is always a plus, but still. I can't help but to feel like they're plotting something.'
'As paranoid as always.' Dexter muttered.
'What?'
'Nothing. Anyway, you're right. We haven't not that that's a bad thing.'
I think he said more, but I fell asleep again.
