“But sire, if there is something in the castle that is a threat to the Fates, shouldn’t we notify—”
Teague’s blue eyes blazed with fury. His hand lifted to strike the soldier, but Plaith flinched and Teague restrained himself. “Don’t question my authority again. The Fates are at the Twilight Festival and won’t be back till later. There is nothing here that could possibly be a threat to the Fates. Now go!” He pointed, and Plaith fled. But Teague didn’t leave; he stood, frozen, looking back at the potted fern.
“There’s nothing or no one here that could possibly hurt the Fates—right, Mina?”
Chapter 25
She froze and let his voice echo in the empty hall. Maybe if she held her breath and closed her eyes, he would disappear like a bad dream. He didn’t. The plant began to shake even more, as if it was afraid of the prince, and she put a hand on its fronds to calm it down. This was ridiculous. She shouldn’t be afraid of Teague—she wasn’t before. This time she had nothing—no Grimoire, no phoenix feather, and no shard of magic glass—to defend herself with. Only her wits.
“Come, Mina, you must be freezing. Let’s get you warmed up, and then we will talk.” Teague gestured down the hall, and she still stood rooted to the spot. His eyes turned dark, and his voice dripped with venom. “I said, come here.”
He whipped his finger in her direction, and the large potted fern she was hiding behind was flung across the room and smashed into pieces on the stone wall. She cried out when the plant struggled once and then quit moving. Whatever magic was within it quickly died, and the plant just became a plant. In that one moment she understood a little bit more about the Fae magic and how it worked.
“It’s not like you to hide.”
“It’s not like you to steal and lie, no, wait—it is.” She smirked, filling her voice with false bravado.
Teague shook his head and let his dark hair settle over his forehead. He was handsome—not as handsome as Jared, because she could see it now, more so since she was on the Fae plane. He was able to hide it whenever he visited the physical plane, but here, Teague couldn’t hide the darkness that was attached to his soul, put there by the splitting of the books. One brother good, the other evil. Granted, there were a few times that she thought Jared could be the evil one, but standing here, face to face, with no cloaking, glamour or magic, she could see the true Story. And it scared her to her very core.
“I want what is mine,” she demanded. “I want my brother.”
“Oh, Mina, you can’t have him. You haven’t completed your quest. You know the rules as well as I. You must complete the Story. Only then can you have what you so desire.” He walked away from her, down the darkened hall.
How dare he walk away from her! She took off running after him, but stopped when she came to the broken plant. It was silly of her, and she knew it, but she couldn’t help but want to touch it and thank it for trying to help her. Her hands stroked its large fronds, and she whispered, “I’m sorry. It’s not fair! But thank you for giving your life for me.” She stood to leave, and didn’t notice that after she walked away, the plant began to grow again. It slowly reached one frond after her, and then she was gone.
Teague walked out of the bathing room and into a large sitting room that looked to be connected to another larger suite of rooms. He pulled the leaf of a small blue bell, and a chiming sound could be heard in the distance. A few moments later a small Fae scurried in wearing a pale blue dress and a silver moon on a sash.
“Bring the girl some clothes and bandages,” Teague ordered, and then walked to a small table and poured himself a drink and offered Mina some.
She shook her head and he smiled, but the smile didn’t reach his lips. “Someone has taught you well.”
Mina couldn’t help but raise her chin and smile.
“But obviously it wasn’t enough, because I don’t see Jared.” Teague sighed. “He is such a coward.”
“He’s not a coward. You’re the coward. Kidnapping young innocent boys, burning my home down because you’re scared of me. You’re scared of what I’m going to do to you.”
“He’s not an innocent,” Teague said stiffly.
“He’s a child, a nine-year-old boy.”
“He’s a Grimm.” Teague gave her a look, daring her to argue that point with her.
“I’m a Grimm! If you have a problem, come after me, not my brother.”
“Oh, Mina, you are so fun to play with. I tried to get you to play, but you ignored the quests, and you know that’s not how we play nice. So I need to get you interested in the game again.”