[Arthur]
The sun is slowly rising over the desert as we exit the chapel, the press and paparazzi are all long gone, thankfully.
Faye is practically falling on her Manolo-clad feet, so I sweep her into my arms and gently carry her to the waiting car. The stretch limo has been replaced with a vintage Rolls Royce in Ivory. Our driver, sent by the hotel, opened the back door for us with a flourish as I gently placed my bride in the car. He tipped his hat to me as I handed him a $100 bill, and within minutes we were swept off to our honeymoon suite at the top of one of the most prestigious hotels in all of Las Vegas.
It was a short drive, but as soon as Faye rested her head on my shoulder, she began yaw
[Faye] I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know, the sun is beginning to rise and we are parked in front of the most luxurious hotel I have ever seen and Arthur is gently shaking me awake. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” he jokes as he pokes me. I rub my face. There are flakes of mascara crusting around my eye from forgetting to wash it last night. I probably just smeared what was left of my makeup all over my face, but I couldn’t care less--I feel so light, so happy, like bubbles dancing within me, giddy and free. He gives me a hand out of the back of the Rolls Royce and I stumble, falling into his solid che
TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains themes of depression, anxiety, self-hate, and attempted suicide. Please read with caution. [Queenie] Hiding out in the Marriott isn’t nearly as fun as you might think. Especially when you are trying to hide from one of the most powerful men in the city. Not to self: do NOT piss off Gunner Drake. Again. Even my parents aren’t talking to me at the moment. Apparently, just one nasty phone call from one of their best clients and I’m on my own with a canceled credit card and nowhere to broadcast my latest vlog.
[Queenie] “Are you quite done?” drones a crystalline voice, a touch of laughter in her lilting tone. “I assure you, this is no illusion.” “This cannot be real.” I'm still not sure this isn't a terrible dream. This could all be a terrible side effect of the medication I just ingested. I've never taken that much at once before. Sometimes I swallow 4, but there had been at least 12 tablets in my hand before I swallowed. “Of course it is real.” Irritated, the voice continues, ringing in my ears, my head pounding. “Now spit out whatever vile concoction you just ingested. We have work to do, and I need you to be clear-headed.” “Listen, bitch, I don’t know who the fuck you are, but nobody talks to me like that, not even my own imagination.” Something jolts me, I scream. “I don’t have time for your tantrum.” The voice screeches. “Get yourself together, Queen Guinevere.” “Queen who?” The jolt rushes through my body. I almost vomit as I fall hard onto my knees. “Spit that vileness out
[Faye] "Faye!" Arthur shakes me. "Oh, my god, Faye!" My body convulses as I scream, the feeling of someone ripping my heart from my chest overwhelming all my senses. My body bucks as my vision blurs, Arthur seeming far away, his voice fading. As my vision fades to black, I see Devona on the ground, bleeding, a glowing sword stabbing her through the center of her torso, her eyes losing their shine as the blade pulsates, glowing with the green fire of her soul slowly draining from her body. Just a few feet away from her, Embyr was being held back by Garreth, his eyes glowing gold. The clock on the wall reads 12:42. I come back to myself and see that I'm lying in a large bed, Arthur lying next to me, holding onto me. Feeling the changes in my body, he sits up and touches my face gently, checking me over to make sure I am okay. "Faye," he sighs. "Thank god." He seems satisfied with what he observed. "How do you feel?" "Like someone stabbed me in the heart." "Faye..." "What time is
[Embyr] That fool Arthur texted us about an hour ago, some nonsense about Faye and a vision and us dying. Anyhoo, Hot Chick and I have been working ever since to "add wards" to the house or whatever. Damned if I know what the heck she's talking about. All I know is that Devona can be scary when she is serious, and right now she's as serious as fuck. She tasked me with securing the house itself while she secured the greater perimeter. She gave me a large bowl of what she told me was sheep blood (I don't even want to ask) and sea salt that she mixed together with babies' tears or whatever the heck she said. "Make sure that every windowsill and every doorway has been rimmed with the salt and blood mix
[Devona] I felt the change in our perimeter before it became visible with the flashing light of a broken spell. Someone has crossed the threshold of my outer wards, breaking them as if they were nothing. And they are still moving towards the house as if pushing aside my magic did not affect them. A dark cloud descended on the house, blocking out the sun. From a distance, the miasma hanging above us might seem like a thick fog, but up close there was fire in these clouds, flame born from anger and death and the claiming of souls. The horsemen have arrived. Nine men on nightmare horses made of pure black smoke, both
[Faye] The house is burning. We don't even park the car properly before Arthur and I bolt out the doors and rush to the house. The flames are growing around us, glowing an unnatural hue, a strange black and violet and green--one part fire and one part spell. There is no way that anyone is alive inside. I feel my legs go weak as they collapse to the ground. "Oh god," I moan. "we're too late." Arthur doesn't hear me. He rushes inside
[Faye] As Arthur stands there, gleaming sword in hand, it lights with divine power, glowing blue and lavender and green, flowing around his arm in waves. He points the sword at Embyr’s chest and she backs away, her eyes wide with fear and shock and something else. For a moment, the black slithers away from her eyes, her beautiful brown orbs staring directly at me. My friend is still in there, trapped in a body that has been taken over by a curse and a specter of her former self in an unholy possession created and controlled by the Queen of Light. Embyr. She blinks at me, her eyes pleading.