How long can you run from destiny? And as an Eye how hard can it be when you can see so much already.
Delphine doesn't care how hard she needs to run, or for how long...she WILL run. She knows first hand that the Fates are cruel bitches and Destin...
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Chapter Còig aka Chapter Five:
I was currently occupying a very stark, very dank, and very, very cold cell. To say I was perturbed, well that would be putting it mildly. It would seem that every time I tried to do the right thing (well, okay, not that I had a lot of choice in the matter) I ended up getting the shaft. I was beginning to think that all my help was unappreciated. Tapping my toe impatiently, I couldn't stop glaring when I thought of Caed, he had a new nickname now; King jerk face, jackass. It had taken him less than five minutes to call a bunch of Fae goons to "escort" me to my new room, aka the hole in the ground stark, shitty prison I was standing in. And even though I could have fought, and yes, won, against the goon squad, I didn't. Instead, I let them lead me away and lock me in, trying to keep in mind that I had just told Caed my grim vision and that he was feeling uncertain and suspicious. That he had a right to. That any minute now he would realize what an asshole he was and how stupid he was behaving and let me out. Any minute now...any minute...any minute... "Well fuck this," I muttered, conjuring up a ball of fire and quickly transforming it into an all around heat source for my cold as hell prison cell. "I'm not going to freeze to death waiting for the jerk! You go out of your way to be accommodating, and all helpful and shit...and this is the thanks you get, Del. Locked up like some criminal because you just had to go and open your big, fat, mouth. Next time I have a vision for you King Jerkwad, I'll just put up with the migraine and take a fucking Tylenol." "More of your quaint Earthen ramblings." I clenched my hands into fists and turned around slowly, coming face-to-face with the Jerkwad himself. "Yup," I popped the P for emphasis, "I mean, what else do I have to do while I bide my time for an audience with your graciousness," I finished sarcastically. I watched as Caed's eyes narrowed. "That is more of your sarcasm, correct?" "Oh yeah, a big fat ball of fucking sarcasm." I walked up to the bars and grabbed them, never taking my eyes off of him. "Has anyone ever told you that you're an untrusting a-hole." "I canna say that they ever have said such to me." My smile didn't reach my eyes. "Oh good, because I like being a trailblazer. You're an untrusting a-hole Your Majesty." I barely held in the laughter that was bubbling up inside of me as I took in the fury that quickly flooded his face. "You will keep a civil tongue when you speak to me, tein beag." I shook my head. "I think we can stop with the pet names now, Your Majesty. Unless, of course, you'd like me to continue to call you King a-hole, or do you prefer Jerk face? Because either one works for me." Yeah, yeah, I knew I was goading him. But right now I couldn't get myself to care. I was so fucking pissed off, it was a wonder that I didn't conjure up fireballs to fry his ass. "You are trying my patience." "Only trying?" I glared at him. "Because you blew past my patience over an hour ago. Listen you sanctimonious piece of shit, I am not in league with King Theoahander. I've never met the man before. And I never want to. In fact, when you let me out of here, I'm going to track down one of those bi-polar Portals, tie that shit down if I have to, and get myself the hell outta this crazy messed up Realm of yours." "I sensed there was something different about you the minute I laid eyes on you. I could smell the difference on you..." "Yeah, that smell is called eau de dead vampire, jackass. Now let me out of here." "Nay, there are too many coincidences. And I don't believe in coincidences. You just happened to be strolling by when you came upon my niece beset upon by vampires? You managed to get her through a Portal, you, such a tiny thing. You understand and speak our tongue...and you have this...unexplained something about you. And now, most damning of all, you tell me of an imminent attack, that is to come from my worst enemy. Nay...something is not right here. And if it isn't that you are a spy, or worse, in bed with my enemy...yes...perhaps you are his...that makes slightly more sense than..." Oh no, he did not just say that. "Just who the hell do you think you are? I am not a whore, and I do not jump into anyone's bed. You've got some nerve." It seemed that my initial opinion of King Hottie had been wrong. I had told Tala that her uncle seemed like a good guy. I was retracting that statement, retracting all the statements I had made earlier about the smoking hot Fae King in front of me. I had had enough. I wasn't going to stay here any longer. I had given him the chance to prove to me that he wasn't a complete asshole, and for him to open the door to my cell. It was clear to me at this point, that that wasn't going to happen. "Yup Del, you can only count on yourself," I muttered. "You're a loner for a reason." I closed my eyes, I needed to focus. I concentrated on drawing the fire to my hands, and allowing my magic to brew and get stronger. I eased up on the reigns to my magic, letting it grow and swell, and knew the moment the bars to my cell melted away. Opening my eyes I saw the shocked expression on Caedmon's face and just gave him a dry, bored look in response. Yeah, I was still mucho furious with the studly Fae King and not even his supernaturally insane good looks were enough to dampen my ire.
