The Lost Soul (Fallen Soul Series, Book 1) (19 page)

His eyebrows incline. “Laylen’s not here.”

“Damn it,” I curse, stomping my foot. “Where is he? I’d say the Banshee took him, but Aislin said she thinks the sprites killed the Banshee.”

“Banshee’s can’t die. They’re already dead,” he says and shrugs. “And you know what? Laylen’s not really my problem.”

“And I am?” I ask. “Because I wonder sometimes if you’ve been leading my solutions to you all along.”

He doesn’t respond, capturing my hand in his. I withdraw back, but he only intensifies his grip. “You want the answers it will be on my terms. You, after all, are in
my
world.”

Grimacing, I let him lead me down the tree. I fight not to squirm, my hand wanting to revolt from his. However, when we brink to the bottom and he places his hands on my hips to guide me down, I draw the line.

“I got it.” Dodging around him, I leap to the ground. My shoelaces are untied and the humid air dews my legs. I walk next to Nicholas, past the sprites, who eye me with their beady little eyes.

“They won’t hurt you,” Nicholas assures me. “Not when you’re with me.”

I eye him suspiciously. “You say that, but it doesn’t make sense to me. I mean, you’ve told me countless times that the fey don’t like you because you’re only half-fey.”

He smiles, ducking through a curtain of vines and cerise flowers. “That’s before I discovered who my grandmother is.”

Oh dear Jesus. “Do I dare ask?”

“I think you already know.” He sweeps his sandy hair out of his eyes.

“But she’s so…” I trail off, kicking at the grass as we walk into the forest.

“Short?” He mocks me with a curve of his eyebrow. “Do you really think that’s what she looks like?” He puts his lips next to my ear. “Fey have multiple identities.”

I fix my gaze on him. “Do you have multiple identities? Or just multiple personalities?”

“There’s that twisted sense of humor again.” He pauses, but only to taunt me. “I’m only half-fey, remember? I barely possess any of their power.”

I roll my eyes. “Yet, supposedly your grandmother’s the Empress.”

He slams to a halt, snagging the sleeve of my shirt. “Out of everyone in your little ‘click’,” he uses air quotes, “I’d think you’d be the most sympathetic to my situation. The outcast that no one wants—or wanted in your case because you were lucky.”

“I—I’m…” I don’t know what to say. I huff out a breath, blowing my hair from my face. “Look, I’m sorry, okay. But you do things sometimes that,” I motion my hand between us, deliberating the right words, “drive me absolutely crazy.”

He tugs at my hair and I flinch back. “What fun would it be if I didn’t?”

I start through the trees again. “Can you please tell me what you know?
Please
?”

He moves like the wind, catching up with me. “You know Helena is related to Annabella? That they are sisters?”

“And that Lucinda is their sister as well,” I say, nodding.

He bends a branch out of the path and I hurry through. “Yes, but do you know about their rivalry?”

I waver my hand. “Vaguely. I recently… paid a little visit to The Underworld where Lucinda revealed this little bit of info.”

He creases his eyebrows. “You paid a visit?”

“Paid a visit—was forced against my will. It’s all the same.” I swivel around a blooming row of crimson tulips. “I don’t know why you’re surprised. Stuff like that and I go hand-in-hand.”

“But they stole you,” he says, watching me like a hawk. “Without the ash?”

“I never said there wasn’t ash,” I tell him, evading the truth because… well, because he’s himself.

He clasps the hem of my shirt, guiding me closer to him. I start to pull away when a gigantic faerie with diamond wings and sapphire eyes bursts through the trees.

“Keep walking and look straight ahead,” Nicholas directs.

I hold my breath and pick up the pace. The Fey’s massive feet smash the dirt, flattening the leaves and flowers into the ground like pancakes. The movement vibrates on my skin and I run. Finally we push through the end of the forest, into an open area bordered by tall shrubbery. In the center, a stone water fountain dances water down into a pool. It’s shaped like an angelic faerie, her head tipped down, thin wings ranging from her back.

“What was that thing?” I breathe as I stare back into the forest.

“It’s a faerie.” Nicholas shrugs. “I already told you we come in all different shapes and sizes.”

I catch my breath and sit at the edge of the fountain. “So what was—is the three Queens rivalry about?”

He joins me at the fountain and swirls the water with his fingertips. “Love.”

My jaw drops as I stutter for words. “H-huh?”

“What? You thought it was going to be something petty like power or world domination.” He laughs half-heartedly. “Not this time, Gemma. Nope, this time it’s about something deeper.”

I scratch at the star on my wrist, thinking of Alex. “So how do I play a part in their love rivalry?”

“Because you are love,” he says simply. “You and that Keeper with the stupid hair…” He taps his finger on his lips. “I forget his name.”

I elbow him. “Alex and I don’t represent love. We’re just in love. That’s all.”

His eyes grow cold. “Yes, but your little soul thing makes you a powerful representation of love.”

“But you just said it wasn’t about power.” I frown.

He shakes his head. “No, I said their rival with each other wasn’t
about
power, but now they’re all just pissed and want to take over the Human World. Or at least Helena does.”

“Why the Human World? What did the humans ever do to them?”

“We stole their love,” he says. “Or rather Alexander Avery did.”

“Alex had nothing to do with this!” I shout. “He—he would have told me.”

Nicholas rolls his eyes. “Not that Alex. God, do you really think someone like him could charm three very powerful faeries?”

I pull a disgusted face. “I sure hope not, especially Helena.”

He stifles a smile. “It was his great, great, great—well, I don’t know how many greats there are since it happened a heck of a long time ago. Nonetheless, it was his grandfather from a ridiculously long time ago.”

“So Alex’s grandfather stole their love?” I think of the story Alex told to Lucinda and wonder if he knew already. “From all three of the queens? How is that possible? He was a mortal man going up against immortal queens."

“Love is very powerful. You should know that.” He jabs me playfully in the ribs with his elbow. “Besides, who says they didn’t punish him?”

“Are you saying they did?”

“No one knows for sure. After he broke all their hearts, he vanished into thin air. But if I had to guess, one of them probably did something to him.”

“Well, judging by Lucinda’s reaction when Alex mentioned this story, I’m guessing it was her.”

“It’s funny Alex has the balls to bring up the story, since he’s so much like his distant grandfather,” Nicholas muses. “I mean to bind your love with three different faeries... it must really take a lot.”

“Alex didn’t bind his love to anyone but me,” I say. “So they’re nothing alike.”

“You’re right.” He presses a smirk. “He only manipulated two people; a star and death girl. Well, manipulate might be a bit of an understatement.”

I choke on the emotions bursting through my veins and slicing at my heart. “You’re full of shit.” I shove to my feet and march for the forest, not wanting to hear any more of his lies.

He darts in front of me. “You might want to hear me out before you go storming off.”

I cross my arms and back away. “No. I don’t want to hear any more lies. Alex didn’t promise anything to Stasha. I know he didn’t—wouldn’t.” But my dream echoes through my head:
Our promise. I broke it.

He gives me a sympathetic pat. “It’s really cute that you believe that, but you might want to see something, before you go all defensive for someone who doesn’t deserve it.”

I suck back the tears, refusing to show weakness. “You’re lying and whatever you’re going to show me, I know it’s just more lies.” I spin on my heels and stomp away.

“I can give you your Foreseer power back,” he calls out. “And you can
see
it for yourself—Alex making the promise.”

I freeze, not turning around. “How?”

“You’re going to have to trust me,” he says.

I laugh sharply. “Fat chance that’ll happen.”

“Then go. Go free your lover and live happily ever after in your delusional world built on lies.”

I deliberate my options. Leave or go with him. I’m uncertain which one pulls me back; getting my Foreseer power back or the need to know that Alex is mine.

“Fine.” Lowering my arms, I face him. “How do I get my power back?”

He smiles and offers his hand. “If you want your power back, you’re going to have to come with me.”

I sigh, knowing the decision will come back and bite me in the ass. I take his hand. He retrieves a small crystal ball from his pocket. Through the glass, water bubbles and lavender ribbons pirouette.

“They’re bite-size now?” I touch the smooth glass of the crystal.

“Yep, the Foreseers are upgrading in the world.” He clutches the crystal. “Hold on tight.”

In a heartbeat, I’m gone, blowing in the wind like a helpless leaf heading to the unknown.

We disembark in the middle of a field. Immediately, I jump away from him.

“A new trick of yours?” My shoes crunch the dry grass as I spin. Leafless trees soar to the clear blue sky and the lake waves the line of the sandy shore. “You brought me to the Keepers’ castle?”

He holds up a finger and takes my hand. “We’re not in current time, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He steers me past the lake and into the forest. “We’re in the past. A few years in the past actually.”

I stumble over rocks and sticks. “Does this have to do with my Foreseer’s mark or…”

“Or Alex cheating on you?” He swats low branches out of the way.

“He didn’t cheat on me,” I retort. “I knew he dated Stasha. And besides, it’s was a long time ago.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t know he made a promise that connected his soul to hers.”

I pin my lips together, inhaling through my nose. “He didn’t do that—he
wouldn’t
do that.”

“I can tell you don’t completely believe that,” he says. “There’s something in your voice, maybe sadness.” He swerves us to the right of a pebbly hill, concealing us behind it. “Tell me Gemma. What have you seen?”

“Nothing.” I look away at the trees, the wind blowing through my hair. I can’t focus on anything else, besides my latest dream. Alex said he broke our promise. He went with Stasha. What if he was trying to tell me something? “Is it possible I still might be seeing visions even though my power’s gone?” I meet his eyes.

“I would say no,” he says. “But with you everything works differently, or so it seems.” He traces his finger over the circle encompassing “S” on his wrist. “Why? Do you think you’ve been seeing visions?”