Fate

Chapter Three

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~Zayla

The moment I could feel ground under my feet, I fell.

Polished wood floor caught me, my nose knocking straight into it. Squeezing my eyes shut, I roll over, my hands covering my face while pain lances right up to the front of my head. That was not the most intelligent thing I have ever done.

"Are you alright?"

I dismiss the hands trying to help me up, deciding I can sit up on my own merit. It takes a few moments of blinking and breathing for me to properly sit up and look around the place where I landed so ungracefully.

Fate crouches in front of me, holding his hand out as if it's even an option for me to get near him. Completely ignoring him, I look over his shoulder to the room he has taken me to. This is it. This is his home that I'm in, in the immortal lands, that I have no hope of escaping until he's dead.

There are no windows, at least not in this room. The walls seem to be made of natural stone, that's a light grey colour. Clearly we are underground, and as if to distract from this idea, there are many beautiful decorations hung and placed around this small room. I'm not even sure what to call it.

"I'm fine," I growl, pushing up onto my feet. Fate joins me, straightening the lapels of his jacket. Vertigo hits me straight in the head, but when Fate offers me help, I take a shuddering step away from him.

"I do want to apologise," he says coolly, tucking his hands behind his back. "To be a part of a deal you didn't have a say in can't be easy."

I stiffen. "Don't expect me to fall for your manipulation."

"You already have. You see, you summoned me. You let me get in your head, which is your first mistake," he tells me, raising an eyebrow. My teeth grind together, as I scramble for a response. He did get in my head, and it was a mistake. Both him and I know that for a fact, no matter how much I don't want to admit it.

I brush past him, before I realise I have no idea where I am. This room is only small, with two large wooden doors that are safely closed. What's beyond them, I'm not sure I want to know. Whatever it is, it belongs to Fate, which makes it something I hate.

"You summoning me gives me full access to many things. It gives me a view of your future three seconds from now. With this ability, although it's misty and can only be used at times, gives me an idea of your next move. It also allows me to see your emotions, although..."

He draws off, and I know exactly why. Anna's rock is working.

"In the immortal lands, you must be careful of everyone," he informs me, as if my mother wasn't murdered first hand by one. "That starts with understanding the meaning behind their words. No immortal says something unless it is completely necessary. You must learn to understand that."

His words sound condescending, no matter how warm his tone is attempting to be. I hope he understands how much hatred is trapped in my gaze.

When I stare at his fresh face and interesting coloured hair, it's impossible to see an immortal who has been alive for millions of years. Perhaps it's how well he conceals his true emotions, and conveys the ones he wants me to see. And he doesn't think I understand. I suddenly hate that word.