*First title in the Immortal Series*
"He's the one they tell you never to make a deal with."
After her parents agreed to give her to the infamous immortal, Fate, once she reached a certain age, Zayla has accepted her life as over. But not without a...
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~Zayla
Waking up in this situation is not ideal.
I twist my back in half trying to sit up. Each bone in my body protests violently, but cringing in pain is the only way I show it. Moonlight streams down the alleyway, attack my eyes which I shield with my hand. Facts shuffle around in my mind before they finally settle into one place, and everything suddenly makes sense.
I got punched in the face. Hard. So much in fact, I can still feel the jarring on the hit right on the line of my jaw. They got me good. It wouldn't surprise me if a bruise has already taken up residence on my face.
But amongst the almost unbearable pain that seeps from the wound to my head, what hurts the most is what I have to do next.
I lean against the nearest wall, and call out in the shakiest voice, "Fate."
Nothing comes from my immediate admission of defeat. Nothing at all. The quiet around me barely shifts at all. No one passing by the mouth of the alleyway notices me, or the blood at my feet. It's only a small amount, clearly coming from my nose after I had been struck.
"Fate, out if all the times I could possibly need you, this is it," I snap, frustrated at his lack of attendance.
I should have seen it coming.
Deciding eventually that he's not coming, I take matters into my own hands. I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to get out of here, but I'll manage it. The blood rushing to my head nearly topples me over again, as I struggle to my feet. I shut off my vision with a few blinks, hoping I don't pass back out again. I'm not sure how long I've been out as it is.
"It doesn't look like you're having the best day out," an awfully sardonic voice mutters from behind me. As unappreciated as it is, I could worship it right now.
"I really don't need your sarcasm right now, Fate," I snap? Not bothering to turn around. I could really do without having to look into those dark, oddly frustrating eyes of his. It's a mixture of that, and not physically being able to turn, as I use the wall as leverage until I clear my head.
"Is everything okay?" Fate questions. "Your back is turned to me."
Clearly impatient and wanting to see what I'm hiding, he strolls around me. I glare up at him, wishing I could slap the concern right off his face. He reaches out, as if he has a magical healing touch, which would be appreciated right now.
