A Court of Gardens and Assassins

Chapter Six: One-Eyed Mates in the Stomped on Garden

Mulch groaned in the pit and rubbed her throbbing head. Sitting up, she glanced around at the dirt walls that surrounded her. She couldn't explain it, but the dirt made her feel at home.

"How is it that I have the gift of sight and still didn't see that coming," she grumbled to herself before attempting to climb out of the pit. 

"Need a hand?" A familiar voice called down to her. She knew that voice anywhere. It was someone she didn't want to see right now. Sometimes, she envied him for missing an eye. Her mate; Lucien. That sly fox was always making sure she was okay like the devious monster he is.

"Need a second eye?" She retorted before taking his hand and clambering out of the hole.

She was taking a lot of cheap shots like a recent college graduate at a bar for the first time.

"Classic Elain, playing in the dirt," Lucien chuckled, lovestruck by the beauty before him. Even in the dirt with a giant lump on her head, she was still the most beautiful Archeron sister because SJM will constantly remind you she is.

"I wasn't playing in the dirt, the High Ladies of the Dusk Court knocked me out and dumped me in there." Mulch hissed like a sixth-grader who was overly into the Warrior Cat series.

Lucien looked at her garden. "I also don't need to have functional eyes to see they fucked up your garden too."

Elain let out an overdramatic gasp. "Not. My. Garden." Mulch put more effort into fighting back her tears than she did in raising her sisters. "Do you know what this means?"

Lucien scratched his head trying to think of an answer that would please her like the simp he is. "Um, that you have another excuse to play around in the garden?"

"No, this means war. And I know exactly who can help me. He has literally nothing left to lose because he's already lost it all. Get Trashlin over here. We have a war to win."

DUN DUN DUN

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