Dark Magic

Chapter Twenty - The Best Thing

Chapter Twenty - The Best Thing

The plane was in the air and I chose the furthest seat from Damien. Right now I just needed space to think.

I just don't understand how Alexander be so freaking dumb? I mean, who even trades a life? How do you just give away an entire person to a psychopath?

I put my head in my hands.

What the hell am I doing to do? How am I going to get Amelia back? How could I possibly stop my crazy father?

"Hey, don't cry." Damien says, coming to sit next to me.

I don't even realise that I am until he says it, but I shift away from him nonetheless. I wasn't going to make the same mistake I made with Alexander.

That was my problem. I rely too much on people just because they're there. Just because the seem to care but majority of the time they really don't.

It was time to rely on myself. 

"I'm fine." I say, wiping my tears. "I just need to get Amelia."

He nods but eyes the distance I put between us. Maybe he is starting to think I'm just as crazy as my old man. I wouldn't blame him. I was starting to feel insane.

"We can gather the Dark Fae warriors and discuss a plan." He says.

That actually doesn't sound too bad. "Tell me what you know about my father, and his offspring." I look at him. "What are we really up against?"

He looks away from me then and that's how I know it's bad.

"Your father wasn't just any warrior. He was the leader of the army of angels. He is the best." He says and I pale.

So basically, we're screwed.

"What about his hybrid babies?" I ask.

"They're strong, but not because they're hybrids, because they work together and they're insane." He says.

"What do you mean 'insane'?" I frown.

"Dark Fae and Light Fae magic don't mix. We cannot mate with each other. It is particularly why the divide is there. Our magic is so different, it clashes. So because his kids have both 'dark' and 'light ' magic in them, one could say they're at war with themselves. It drives them to the point of insanity." Damien explains.

It makes sense. Why else would you help an insane man murder hundreds of people if you aren't insane yourself, regardless of whether or not he is your father.

"But shouldn't my father's pure angel magic overpower the Light Fae magic? I mean the light fae that are around aren't angels." I wonder.

"It would make sense that way." He nods. "But that's not how we're wired. The light fae magic inside of them has no where to go."

I nod, my head already beginning to hurt. This crap is complicated.

I think I liked it better when I was an orphan.

"So we dark fae can mate with dark fae and any other species just not light fae?" I ask him, hoping I got it right.

"Yip." He smiles slightly and I notice the dimples in his cheeks.

My eyes flit down to his black T-shirt straining to cover his muscles and his black jeans. The darkness makes his grey eyes pop. His skin smooth and inviting.

I quickly jump from my seat and go so somewhere else.

"Why do you keep running from me?" He asks, intelligent grey eyes watching my curiously.