Fury The Color Of Red and Blue(Book 1 Of The Fae Series, Completed ✔)

chapter three

"Yes," he said. "They did."

Rage bubbled inside me. His people killed my family, my friends. I was pissed, biting on my lip until it bled.

"Were you part of it?" I asked through gritted teeth. He nodded. My hetachromia eyes flashed open before glaring harshly at him. My hands shook with rage, the knife I held starting to look really good in his skull.

I inhaled sharply, suddenly darting forward, knife pointed to him. His eyes widened slightly as he dodged, the metal in my hands digging into the tree. I panted as I closed my eyes for a moment.

I knew he would dodge. I knew i would get my knife stuck in the tree. It sure felt good to stab something though. I licked the blood off my bottom lip, yanking the knife from the tree.

"Sorry," I mumbled. I heard him sigh from beside me. He gently touched my shoulder, my muscles twitching as they tensed up.

"Look at me," he whispered breathlessly. I turned my whole body to him, glaring at his green eyes. "You know you cannot beat me," I nodded sharply. "Why did you attack then?"

"I needed an outlet. The tree you were leaning on seemed a good enough target for me," I huffed. He blinked, gently touching my cheek. It took a lot of control not to pull away from him as he leaned closer.

"Gabriel will like you," he whispered. Suddenly his lips were on mine. He gently moved my lips with his. I felt compelled to hold still, to kiss him back. I resisted the kissing back part, feeling the slight tingle on my lips. He pulled back, his hand still on my cheek.

My lips tingled. It was light at first until it started to burn. Until it felt like my lips were on fire. The fire spread through my body quickly, a silent scream pushing past my lips as my legs gave out. I tumbled to the floor landing face first in the cool snow.

Snow that did not help the burning. I gasped as the pain suddenly ceased. He was kneeling in front of me now, a soft smile on his face. His fingers were held together in the air.

"Goodnight" then he snapped, blackness clouding my vision.

Gabriel pov:

I sat on my throne, a crown lopsided on my head. Untamed chocolate hair waved in front of my brown eyes. Where was damion? When I need him, my advisor is absent.

I sighed, wiping my hair from my forehead, leaning back on the large throne. Ugh. Life is boring when you are the strongest and have no challengers. Another sigh slipped through my lips as I rested my elbows on my knees.

The armor I had on was heavy and rubbing my shoulders and ribs raw, yet I wore it anyones. It was the kings armor, passed down from generations. Fae magic was infused to keep it healthy.

I stared at the chest plate, tracing the golden swirls on black metal. I stood up, my knees cracking a little from sitting still for so long. The large throne room door opened with a creak, my eyes flicking to it.

"Sir Gabriel, Damion has arrived with someone," my messenger dipped his head, stepping away from the door. I nodded.

"Bring them in," I watched him leave, leaning against one of the large pillars that held up the roof. Footsteps clacked down the hallway at a scurry. My messenger reappeared Damion behind him.

My eyes were not focused on them though. They were focused on the woman that was thrown over my advisers shoulders. I rose a brow standing up fully.

"Who is that?" I waved a hand at the woman. He gave a small smirk, snapping his fingers. Her eyes fluttered open, one amber one blue. She looked confused, staring at me with a confused frown.

Then she looked down, eyes wide as she saw the face of Damion. Fury suddenly swam in her eyes, her frown turning into a scowl. Suddenly she slammed her hand on his shoulder, making him tip backwards.

A somersault later she was standing behind him, her hand on her belt knife. My eyebrows rose as she glared full force at Damion. She started talking then, in an angry rant.

"How dare you kiss me. How dare you make me black out!" She stomped her foot, her hands balled into fists. She had a light accent. Her eyes sparkled with rage. How was she alive?

"Calm down firefly," Damion chuckled, patting her head. She seethed silently, standing beside him. She scratched at her trousers, staring at me with a small frown.

"You are the king?" She asked, crossing her arms. I smirked a little, mimicking her crossed arms. Sure, it was a little immature, but for some reason I felt comfortable with this woman, felt like I could tease her.

She lifted her lip a little in a snarl. She did not uncross her arms though. I turned to Damion, giving him a sharp nod.

"Explain how you found this woman and what happened at dinner." I snapped my fingers, my messenger running in. "Set up the dinner table and have someone lead this woman to her room." I commanded. My messenger nodded quickly, leading the girl, who stomped as she followed, muttering curses.

"She will be full Fae on the 9th of January, in a week. She is interesting, isn't she?" Damion asked. I chuckled a little.

"Yes. Is she immune?" I asked, picking at my nails. He nodded. "Did you get her name?" I asked. He blinked, staring at me for a moment.

"No, sir. "

I sighed. "I will just have to ask her at dinner."