The Warrior Queen

Chapter Three

Chapter Three
I blinked sleep from my eyes as I tried to remember even falling asleep. It's the first time I really slept since I got here. It didn't make me feel any better, either.

I brought my hand up to the cut on my cheek and was relieved when I felt only smooth skin. So I can still heal. Which means my other senses should also still be heightened, just dulled slightly. The only thing I'm missing is my actual powers. Good to know.

A shuffling from behind me made me gasp, as if a ghost was the worst thing that could appear right now. Still, my heart hammered in my chest as I turned around to glimpse what was in the corner behind me.

What actually stood there was not a ghost, but it didn't make me feel any better.

"What do you want," I asked, my tone coming off as harsh as I intended it to.

Saxon flinched, but didn't say anything at first. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

I laughed, loud and bitter. "What did you think was going to happen?"

"He said no one would get hurt," he murmured.

"And you believed him? That's pathetic."

"You believed that he would give you Christian back without a price," Saxon shot back, then cursed himself. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."

I turned away from him. I can't even look at him without feeling like I'm going to puke. He's the reason I'm here. The reason any of this happened. He's been helping his father all along. The feeling of betrayal cuts deeper than any stab wound Stefan could ever give me.

"How long have you known? That he was alive."

"A month. Maybe two."

"And how long have you been working with him?"

Saxon shifted on his feet and didn't respond right away. "The entire time".

I tried to not let it get to me. I knew. The second I found out, I knew it was the entire time. That didn't make it hurt any less.

"Was this your plan all along? To get me trapped in this place, away from everyone I love?"

Saxon was in front of me in a flash, reaching for my hand. I ripped my hand away from his grip. "Don't fucking touch me."

Saxon took a step away from me like I burned him. The hurt on his face didn't make me feel good at all. In fact, all I feel is empty.

"It wasn't supposed to go like this. He said he would break the spell Rowan has over you if I gave him some information. I was trying to protect you."

I shook my head. "Spell? Rowan doesn't have me under a spell, Saxon! I'm sorry that I don't love you. I want to. I really do. But I just don't. That's not because of magic."

Saxon took another step back. I looked down. It hurts too much to look at him.

"I just wanted to protect you," Saxon murmured.

"No," I shook my head. "You were trying to protect yourself."

I heard Saxon let out a shaky breath. Heard him slowly make his way to the door. Heard the door close behind him like an echo in my ears.

Only then did I allow myself to drop my head into my hands. Let the tears silently fall.

How could he do this? How could he betray us like this? I refuse to pity him. Getting his heart broken does not give him an excuse. It doesn't give anyone an excuse. He needs to learn how to get used to rejection. He can't always get whatever he wants all the time.