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Something held him in place.
He couldn’t budge and with a heavy sigh he saw what it was. A Golden Net... the Gold Wiele, one of the few things that could hold a Fae in place.
He should have known that Pestale could have stolen one from his father, who must have had a store of them.
He tried shifting, knowing that he would not be able to do so. He couldn’t go forward, he couldn’t go backward, and shame flooded through his blood as he tried to think. How had he allowed himself to be trapped like this? How?
Of all the possibilities they had considered, he had never thought of the Golden Net, or the Gorka for that matter.
He was helpless. His Jazmine Decker had been right. When they first met she had told him he was arrogant, and he was. He had insisted on meeting with Pestale, believing he could handle and manipulate the outcome. He had been wrong. This was no time to consider his faults. He had to find a solution to his present predicament.
He had already tried to mind link with the Queen as agreed, but he hadn’t been able to get through. He tried again with the same results.
He would not mind link with Jazmine Decker, for his beloved would shift in on the spot and be killed by Pestale. He had to keep her safe, he had to keep her away.
Danté, his brother.
He would try to mind link with Dante! He made the attempt, but got nothing. “What the hell was wrong? Where was everyone?” he said to himself
The next thing he knew Pestale was laughing victoriously. He pushed him down then grabbed his feet, and drug him over the grass and jagged rocks along the hillside.
Pestale stopped and laughed, “That was fun, but now I think I will shift us to your cell for as much as I would like to remain here and watch the Gorka kill and eat your Sluagh friend, I think Hordly and I need to get you secured.” He glanced at Trevor’s face and their eyes locked in hatred. “You know why, don’t you?”
Trevor did know why. It had come to him in a gush of horror.
“That little woman of yours, the Fios is in my way. She needs to die and after I take her lovely body over and over and make it mine while you watch, then I will kill her slowly. When she is dead and you have suffered knowing you caused her death then, I will kill you.”
Trevor closed his eyes. So that was why he had called this meeting. He had the Gorka to keep Deimne busy while he took him prisoner. Pestale wanted to use him as bait to trap his beloved.
And the devil was in the right of it; Jazmine Decker would come to him.
He had to do something. He had to think because they were in what he had heard his beloved call shit’s creek. He knew that his sweet love would come to save him the moment she realized what had gone down.
By Danu, they were in trouble!
~*~
Breslyn and Danté stood side by side and in the silence they heard Nuad. When the ancient Royal Tracker had told them all he knew, Breslyn turned to Danté and shook his head, “You know of course, where the Scepter sent Aaibhe.”
Danté sighed heavily, and then arched his brow, “I do, but I’m wondering how you know, Bres.”
Jazz had watched these two with interest, and asked, “You know where it sent her? And why do you look like that?” They both looked defeated. She put a hand to her mouth, “Please don’t tell me she’s…”
Breslyn turned to her with a rueful smile, “Bloody Hell, of course not, but, getting her back will not be easy.”
Radzia touched Danté’s arm and said, “Will Aaibhe be okay?”
Danté patted her hand and nodded absently as Jazz watched the flitting expressions in his golden eyes, she couldn’t help but notice they were just like Trevor’s.
“What about Trevor? Shouldn’t he and Deimne be back by now?” Jazz stuck in worriedly.
Danté frowned and once again turned to Breslyn, “She is right, they should be back by now.”
“They are extraordinary warriors and know what they are doing. What you and I have to do now is find a way into the Pixie Realm and retrieve the Queen,” Breslyn answered, going over to drop a kiss on the top of Ete’s lovely head.
“Frankie our little Fios Sluagh, I shall entrust the safety of my Ete to you. While the Queen is elsewhere, Ete is acting matriarch so this is a very serious job.” He touched her chin and Frankie sat up straight.
“Ye can count on me, Prince Breslyn, but I am a bit worried about m’da.”
