Vampire Girl 3: Silver Flame(22)

But when he chuckles again, I can't resist the urge to smack the back of his head. "Shut it."

At our first rest stop, I'm no closer to answers than I was three hours ago. He hands me bread and dried meat and I devour the food greedily. As I sip on the water he gives me, I look at him again. He's a handsome man, and he knows it. Tall, skin the color of dark honey, and those eyes. His hair is dark and disheveled and he has a shadow of dark stubble across his jaw. "What's your name?" I ask.

"Tavian. Tavian Gray," he says, his eyes teasing me about something. "And of course, I already know yours, Kayla Windhelm. Was Windhelm a name chosen at random, or did it belong to your mother?"

"Yes," I say curtly, not wishing to discuss my mother or myself at all.

"Yes it was random, or yes it was your mother's?"

I sigh. "Yes it was my mother's. Now, can we not talk please?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Touched on a sensitive subject, have I?"

I stand, dusting off my pants. "Isn't it time to get going? We only have a few more hours until dusk."

He shrugs and stands. "If you say so, Princess."

"My name's not Princess," I hiss at his back as we both mount the horse once again.

He just laughs.

Infuriating man.

It's a long ride to wherever he's taking me. We travel through woods, avoiding roads and open areas. He's hiding from someone, or being extra cautious. But we're in the Outlands. He's Fae. What's he got to hide from? My questions yield nothing but more questions from him.

"Do you feel more loyalty to the Fae or vampire?" he asks.

"Neither. I'm loyal to myself and those I love." Included amongst that list is a vampire, a Shade and a human girl, though I don't tell him that.

"Why do you not support your own people more?" he asks.

"I assume you're talking about Fae? But how are they any more my people than the vampire? I wasn't turned. I was born this way. And while I might not have much position in the vampire world, at least I'm not outright shunned like I have been from those who are Fae. Your race is elitist and unwelcoming to anyone not pure blood," I say. "Perhaps you should be asking why my people aren't more supportive of me."

Tavian clicks his tongue and his horse responds, taking a left toward the sound of running water. "It is true, our people have not always been the most… tolerant, shall we say? But it seems as if that might be changing, if the new Midnight Star is any indication."

"There's a new Midnight Star?" That's news to me. I know the stories, more or less. That the Midnight Star is one born of Royal Fae blood, and it's their magic that awakens the Druids and the magic of the Fae. But the Fae haven't had a Midnight Star since the Unraveling, when the last of the Royal Fae were killed and all the Druids disappeared. I was born well after that time, so it's all just stories to me.

Tavian nods and turns his body to look at me. "I'm surprised you don't know. The story of the half-Fae Princess has spread through my people like wild-fire. And it was your people who brought her here. The girl from the other world, half human, half Fae, here to unite the world and bring the magic back to our people. Legends already abound about her."

I nearly fall off the horse at his words. I'm shaking and my thoughts form in pieces. He stops the horse and helps me dismount. "Are you ill?" he asks.

"This Midnight Star? What is her name?" I ask.

"Arianna. I think that was her name, yes." He hands me a bladder full of water and I drink deeply as he talks. "She was rumored to be with the vampires, but the Fae made a strong case for her ascension. She's the daughter of the last known Fae Prince, who was exiled to the human world many suns ago. She is a new hope for my people, or so they say. I have little care for Fae politics."

I look up at him, my eyes burning. "She's likely already dead," I say. "That's who I was trying to save when you captured me." My voice is bitter. Angry. "She was executed this morning in Stonehill, at least according to the letter I received." And now I know why. Levi, that bastard, must have found out what she was and had her killed. I will destroy him when I find him, that I vow. But why Fen? Why was he killed too? He probably did something stupid in defense of her. Stupid man.

I will my tears away and stare at the other stupid man in front of me. "Looks like your people have lost your hope," I say, praying my words act as a dagger in his gut.

But he doesn't look upset. He looks mildly bemused, which just pisses me off more. "She's not dead," he says.

"How would you know?" It's a hope my heart still clings to, but I don’t trust my captor.