Page 2 of The Unseelie Wish
Izael grimaced. He hated Goodfellow. He truly did. But right now, he needed his help. “Go find her. Bring her back to me.”
“You did, didn’t you? Which one? Oh, I’m betting both. Fuck, you’re a moron. You never were able to restrain yourself.” Puck shoved away from him and brushed his shirt, straightening it. “Fine. I’ll go find her because I like her. But I’ll take her wherever she wants to go. I’m not your little bitch.”
Izael grinned. “That’s not what you said a few months ago.”
Puck rolled his eyes. “Douchebag.” He disappeared in a blink.
It left Izael alone. Alone with his thoughts. And his growing, seething terror.
I cannot lose her. I cannot.
His heart was cinched into a knot, and it hurt beyond words. Was this the other part of love? The part nobody glorified, and nobody warned you about. The pain of worry, of fear, of thinking he had run his mouth and sent her away?
He settled down onto his sofa, buried his head in the pillows, and waited.
Perhaps love is not all I hoped it would be.
A shame it was too late for him. There was no escaping it.
He loved Alex.
And he would have her back.
The sun had risen on Tir n’Aill. The Seelie ruled the land as the sun rose and cast the landscape in amber tones of early morning light. It would have been an absolutely amazing sight, if it weren’t for one troublesome little matter.
Alex was trapped. Wearing an Unseelie glamor.
Alone.
Sitting in the grass, she put her head in her hands and tried to think. She had gotten herself into this mess from the very beginning. She couldn’t even really blame Izael for what was going to happen to her—he made no pretense that he was anything other than what he was.
A hungry, literally man-eating, totally bonkers, fae duke.
It was her fault for getting mixed up with him.
She had run until the sun rose in a desperate attempt to escape him. She wasn’t sure if she regretted her choice or not. On one hand, this was gonna get her killed—at best. Tortured and kept as a pet at worst. On the other hand, Izael was threatening to torture her, steal her soul, and make her wish away the treaty that was protecting both Earth and Tir n’Aill from the Unseelie King, Valroy.
Whether or not he could steal her soul, she had no idea, but she certainly had no reason to doubt him.
Either way, she was probably going to get tortured by the Seelie. She wondered how long it would take for them to find her.
The answer?
Right about now.
“Stop!” someone barked from behind her. Jumping to her feet, Alex whirled to face them. There were six soldiers in full golden armor, holding spears and shields. They began marching toward her. “Stop, Unseelie scum!” one of them shouted.
“Uh. I’m not—please—there’s been a misunderstanding.” She raised her hands in a show of harmlessness. “I’m not Unseelie—this is a glamor—I’m human—I?—”
“You are trespassing. You know the price for such a thing. And by the order of Queen Abigail, you are sentenced to death.” They kept advancing on her. “Surrender.”
“Seriously, please, don’t do this.” She kept retreating from them, walking backward through the grass. “Just let me go.”
When it was clear they weren’t going to listen to her, she once more turned and ran for her life. She was already exhausted, and she suddenly wished she did more casual cardio, because it felt like her heart was going to explode. The soldiers shouted and were clearly chasing her, but she hoped she was faster without all the heavy armor.
Unfortunately, she was wrong.
She had just made it to the line of the trees when one of them grabbed her wrist and yanked, sending her staggering and falling roughly to the ground.