“She has a right to know what or who her Sh'mai is doing.” Trik stepped back as if she had slapped him.
“A simple dance is not comparable to sharing one’s bed.” His lips tightened as he met the Light Queen’s eyes.
“And if it had been Cassie in another’s arms, with his lips pressed to her skin, his body pressed against hers?” Syndra knew she was playing with fire as she taunted the dark elf assassin, but she cared not. She had grown to like his Chosen and she found herself wanting to see Trik happy for once in his long life. She didn’t want the idiot to screw it up, and hopefully he hadn’t. But Syndra had every intention of telling Cassie what had transpired here. She had a right to know. She needed to know all the facts about Trik before she made a decision to commit to the dark elf, even if those facts were unbelievably painful.
Trik shook with rage as he pictured the words Syndra had spoken. Cassandra in the arms of another, possibly that idiot , Todd. He knew what he would do ; he would kill him, and anyone who dared touch her.
Syndra saw the emotions flash across his face, saw him battling the anger.
“You know as well as I do that I am no good for her. She deserves someone who doesn’t have the blood of a thousand men on his hands,” he snarled at her.
“You are missing the point. It is not about what she deserves or about what you deserve. It is about what is . For whatever reason, the Forest Lords have given you a Chosen as pure as fresh fallen snow, untainted by mud, dirt, or the tracks of others. You have been given a gift and gifts are not always deserved, but they should always be accepted. It is not wise Triktapic to throw a gift back in the face of the Forest Lords.” Her words were left ringing in the air, and in a rush of wind, the Light Elf Queen was gone.
Trik had heard that the most powerful of elves could travel in their realm without mirrors, but hearing about it and seeing it happen before his eyes were two very different things. The room slowly began to return to life as the music started again and elves stood from their kneeling positions.
He turned to leave, no longer in the mood for the company of others. As he made his way through the crowd , his eyes met Ziana’s. She had already moved on and was swaying in the arms of another male. The look she gave him was full of contempt, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.
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Cassie stared up at her ceiling as she lay on her bed. She put her phone down after checking the time for at least the hundredth time in the last half hour . She had helped her mom cook dinner, helped with the dishes , and even done a load of laundry in hopes of keeping her mind off of Trik and his whereabouts. Now she had nothing left to do. She picked up her phone again and looked at it, 9:01. One minute later than the last time she had checked. In a fit of frustration , she threw her phone across her room but instead of the thud she expected to hear as the phone hit the wall she heard a voice instead.
“A little upset?”
Cassie shot up out of her bed.
“Syndra?” Her words came out breathless as she tried to calm her beating heart after having been startled by the elf’s sudden appearance.
“Last I checked,” she told her as she held out her phone. Cassie took it quickly and stepped back just as quickly.
“Are you afraid of me Cassie?” Syndra asked.
“Should I be?”
“No,” Syndra shook her head. “I am not your enemy, quite the opposite actually.” Syndra made a slow perusal of the room and then turned her stare back on Cassie.
“I need to speak with you.”
Cassie heard the ominous tone in the Queen’s voice.
“I should sit down, shouldn’t I?” Cassie asked as a wave of nervousness rolled through her.
“That might be best,” agreed Syndra.
“I-i-is he alive?” Cassie stuttered as she asked a question she feared the answer to as much as she wanted to know.
“Oh he is quite alive,” Syndra’s words came out dripping with contempt.
“But?” Cassie implored.
“But I’m afraid you might want to kill him once I share this information with you. I hate to be the one to deliver it, but I feel you have a right to know.”
Cassie waited in silence. She hoped that everything she was imagining would be much worse than what the Queen was about to tell her.
It wasn’t.
“I found him at a place called Sanctuary. It’s the equivalent to a club here in your realm, but more than that. It’s a place where our kind can gather without fear of assassination attempts or petty skirmishes. It’s a peaceful place.”
“What was he doing there?” Cassie didn’t want to know. But like driving up on a horrible car wreck that she knew she shouldn’t look at, she asked despite herself.
“He was dancing,” Syndra answered meaningfully.
Cassie’s eyes narrowed. “With whom?”
“Another elf.”
“Good freaking grief. Syndra. Spit it out already,” Cassie growled, unmindful of the fact that the woman before her could squash her like an insignificant bug.
“With a onetime lover from his past,” Syndra finally finished.
Cassie didn’t know whether she was more angry or hurt. She had spent her day wondering if he was okay, eager to see him again and he had been hooking up with one of his flings. Okay, at the moment , she was more angry. Correction, she was livid.
She stood and began to pace.
“After all his b.s. about me being his Chosen and him never letting me go and kissing me like his freaking, pathetic life depended on it. That lying, fraudulent, piece of, argh!”
Syndra tried not to grin, but couldn’t stop herself. Even in anger Trik’s Chosen kept a semblance of purity. Her anger was righteous anger. Trik deserved her wrath and her scorn, but even as the words left Cassie’s mouth, Syndra watched her deflate like a leaky balloon.
Cassie sunk to the ground, ignoring the sharp pain that radiated up her legs from her knees hitting the floor. She looked up at Syndra, who had genuine compassion shining through her eyes.
“Why? Why would he do that?” Cassie’s voice was small and she struggled to keep it from wavering.
“Why does he think it’s his choice who I’m with? Since when am I not my own person that I can’t decide for myself?” Cassie slapped the floor in frustration. “If I want to be with an evil, dark, butthead of an elf, then that is my choice. MINE!” She hit her hand against her chest in emphasis.