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Chapter 1

When the final bell rang, I threw my books in my locker and grabbed my bag. I slammed the door with an ear splitting “bang!” I ran out into the parking lot, narrowly avoiding the passing cars.

I don’t know how it happened and it didn’t matter. I was goofing off. The last thing I remember was waving goodbye to one of my friends, turning my back for a split second. That’s when is happened.

I heard a crash and felt a horrific jolt as I was struck to the ground. Bits of glass and steel flew everywhere, a large mass, shielding me.  My body seemed to fold in on itself, and my head smacked against cool concrete. I heard myself scream and the world went dark.

I awakened and it was very quiet. A figure was standing over me, wings outstretched. My vision was still blurred but I could make out the face of my “rescuer”.

I sat up and looked around, “If this is heaven, “I shook my head at my untended backyard, “I want a refund. And I want to know how the hell you got in.”

“I,” he winked, “am your guardian angel.”

“No, you’re my parole officer, one of the many.”

He shrugged, “Close enough.”

I began to walk inside, leaving him behind me. I wasn’t in the mood to fight. Not with him. Not now.

He caught up faster than should have been possible, if he were human. “Would you try to stay alive? Killing yourself won’t keep us away, you know?

“I know,” I decided to have some fun, “Worth a shot through.”

He didn’t laugh, “That wouldn’t make him feel better about this unfortunate event, not that I’m going to tell them.”

“I don’t give a crap about him or how he feels.”

“You should.”

“Why? He doesn’t care about what I think. He doesn’t give a damn about how I feel! Why should I care about him?”

“Because, you value your life,” with that he vanished, leaving me completely alone. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the little privacy this gave me, but I had just been screwed. Again. 

Damn. Why could they just never speak the plain truth? You see, fey don’t lie. What I mean is that they can’t lie. “That’s what the others said.” Word games. I had enjoyed them about a year ago. Now they were starting to piss me off.

I closed the door and walked to my kitchen, grabbing a Coke and bag of chips. I considered my status at this moment: avoided death, saved by Cutsuo.  Not that I would tweet that.

Although… could you imagine the comments if I changed my status from “Stressed about this year’s finals, gods I hate school” to “Just cheated death and saved by I fairy I’ve been avoiding since his king messed up my life. Gods I hate the fey king”?

Ya, I know, not a good idea. All things considered, I was having an extremely shity day.

I looked at the clock. 4:10. I had another 20 miniutes until the 4:30 guard, Jack I think his name was, arrived to keep watch until 7 when, just like every Friday, I would be summoned.  

I let my mine wonder until I realized I had no idea what was going on in their world since I hadn’t been there for the last three weeks. I really needed to update my knowledge of fey gossip.

Another glance at the clock. 10 minutes. I that it was cutting my time a little close but then again, I didn’t care. I looked at the clock, 9 minutes. I looked outside, no guard.

I went to my room and pulled out one of my many spell books and flipped to a page my late mother had tricked me into learning more than my fair share about. I cursed her under my breath then turned back to my book. I murmured the spell and with a dizzying spin, I was transported me to a small meadow I think was a few miles outside of Tulsa. A place I had heard about but didn’t exactly know where it was. In a way, I was lost but I knew exactly where I was. I was at one of the many entrances to Belle Terre; I just didn’t know where the entrance was located.

I pulled out my cell and texted Chris to meet me.

It took him 20 seconds.

“Hay Ro. How you doin’?”

“Good Chris, how ‘bout you?”

“I’m fine but I bet you didn’t come for idle chit- chat.”

“Good, so we can cut the crap and get down to business.” He knew I was in no mood for stalling so he relayed every piece of gossip he had heard in the past month, which was a lot.

“Hell no!!! No way, no how!”

“It’s what I heard.”

“Live?”

“Yep.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

“But I can’t! I mean, isn’t I bad enough I have all these fey watching me? Now I have to… to…”

“Live in the palace.”

“He can’t make me. He can’t. He can’t!” I looked at him, “Can he?”

Chris shrugged, “He’s the king. He can do whatever he wants.”

“But if…” The meadow began to spin, “Already? Now? It can’t be time yet.” I looked down at my watch, 4: 28. “Shit! Thanks Chris got to go!”

“No prob-” he was cut off and I was back in my room.

6:30. I sat watching a rerun of my favorite anime, Bleach. It was addictive and I cursed my hypnotic friends for showing me an awesome, bloody, and yet somehow still romantic, first episode.

I was running out of things to do so I flipped through some of my favorite books and pulled out two. The first was, A Field Guide to Fairies, a frilly, fantasy book about little flower people. All the misconceptions about fairies tied up in a sparkly, pink book.

My second book was a favorite I had read not two months before I met the real fey. Wicked Lovely by Melissa Marr. I think this book was the closest any mortal could come to the truth. She spoke of horrible, cadaverous, and beautiful creatures known as “The Fey”. In her book, she speaks of four courts. In reality there is truly only two, light and dark.

I loved her book.

I loved how she made the horrible creatures kind, feeling, and capable of love.

 I loved how it could help me escape from the truth.

I loved how untrue it was.

Again I looked at the clock. 6:49. One minute.             

“It’s time,” I said to myself.

Cutsuo flashed into my living room.

“You ready?”

“Ya, I guess.”

He looked down at my clothes and sighed. “You know the rules.”

I looked too. I found nothing wrong with my tank top, mini skirt, and knee high boot; the king thought differently. True, he knew I wasn’t going to be a pretty, pink, proper lady, but that wasn’t necessarily what he wanted. He would settle just fine with a hot, dark bitch and I do mean bitch and not witch (even though I knew he liked my being a witch).

“Fine,” I groaned, “but I get to pick this time, right?”

“Think again. Although…” he held up a bag and peaked inside, his grin widening, “I think you might like this one. It’s a little less… traditional.”

I rolled my eyes, “Great.” He threw the bag at me and I stoked of to my room to change.

When I reached into the bag my hand touched something smooth, soft… velvet.  Shadow black velvet and blood red silk. The dress was more like a corset and skirt.

I stepped back