Chapter 81

(Thomas POV)

I could feel her moving and struggling to breath, but I was trapped. I couldn’t seem to move like something was holding me in place, no matter how hard I tried to move. Blood was trickling down from my head and making it hard to see, but I knew whatever was left of the car was contorted and probably what was trapping me. I needed to see if Maya was ok, I had heard her voice but was too out of it to answer and now it was quiet. I knew she was not dead, because I would feel it if she was, but I knew she was not doing well.

I blinked a few times and tried to focus on one thing at a time, but the effort made my head throb. For a moment in my mind, I cursed the human world and their need for automobiles and was seriously willing to never get in one again after this. The Fae world was big enough to house us all, but small enough to be walked without much trouble, so we had no need for such dangerous ways of getting around. I realized I was letting my mind wander trying to focus on something other the pain I was beginning to feel all over my body. I had never felt pain like this before, but until now I had never really even gotten sick before.

Of course, I would be able to heal myself, but I need to get out of here first. I would be able to heal Maya as well, if I could get her out.

“Who the hell are you?” I heard a voice yell from outside the car.

It was a familiar voice.

“Answer me! Why have you attacked us? Hey! I am talking to you!” Maya’s father was yelling at someone and I could hear growling from his men who I assumed had shifted and were protecting him.

Why had they not tried to get us out?

“Hello? Someone help us!” I say weakly.

I meant to yell but it seemed I was too weak to. The yelling from outside the car became less distinguishable as the sounds of a struggle broke out.

“Where are they? Uh-“ One of the men shouted before his body was thrown against the car I was trapped in moving it slightly.

Who was attacking us? I had only heard the voices of Maya’s father and his men, but no other voices actually answered them. I pulled on the strap across my chest trying to break it somehow and get to Maya myself, but it was locked tight against me. I turned my head and cried out as the pain I felt before became more severe and I tried to see Maya. I felt my breath quicken in panic when I saw her. She was hanging upside-down like me, but her arms were hanging limp above her head and there were streaks of blood running down her face. If I couldn’t feel her through our bond, I would have thought she was already dead. I stretched out my hand and tried to grab her, but I couldn’t. I realized I couldn’t feel my legs, like they had fallen asleep. I struggled to look at what was trapping me, and I finally saw the full extent of the front of the car. It was almost completely smashed in and the seat that had been in front of me had been pushed back and was trapping my lower body.

I glanced around and saw what was left of the two men who had been guarding us and felt instantly sick. We needed to get out of this car! I pushed against the part of the seat that was trapping me, hoping someone how I was strong enough to move it. I wasn’t, but I stopped when the yelling and noise form outside of the car stopped. I heard light footsteps moving closer to our car.

“Please someone help us! We are still alive in here!” I cry out the best I can.

No one answers me but the footsteps stop just outside of the car, but the space where the windows had been was much smaller now and I could not see who was out there. A hand reached thought the small space a second later and a second later all I saw was darkness.

No. It can’t be! I only knew of one kind who had the ability to do such a thing….



(Maya POV)

My body was sore, but as I began to wake, I realized I didn’t feel as much pain as I should feel after the accident we had been in. I could feel right away that I was in some kind of bed and figured we had been taken to a hospital. My eyes still felt heavy but I tried my best to open them so I could figure out where I was, but instead of harsh florescent hospital lights there was the soft glow of natural light filling the room I was in. I blinked a few times and groaned slightly as I positioned my arms to either side of me and push my upper body up a little.

It felt like I was moving in slow motion but soon I had sat myself up enough to get a better look at my surroundings. I didn’t recognize this place, and it definitely didn’t look like a hospital. The room had plants all around and a shelf with several bottles and small pots on it. There were small herb like bundles handing along the walls as well, and the light seemed to be coming from small windows along the roof and on the wall beside me. This was not a hospital, but it reminded me a lot of…the Fae world?

“Oh, I see you have awoken! Very good!” I turned to the door as a very pretty woman walked in. “How are you feeling?”

My voice seemed stuck in my throat, so I cleared it a few times before speaking.
“Ok. I think, but where am I?” I ask her.

I watch her walk around the room and I try to decide whether to be afraid of her or trust her because she just saved my life, I think.

“This is a healing room.” She says turning and walking toward me with a smile. “You were hurt very badly but a couple days here did the trick, and you should feel a lot better now.”

A couple of days? I had been unconscious for days? Wait…

“Thomas! Where is Thomas? Is he ok?” I ask her in a panic.

She reaches out and lightly pushes me to lie back again. “Don’t worry, Thomas is fine! He stayed with you, but I asked him to go and rest for a little while. Someone will bring him back now that you are awake.”

He was fine, thank god. But what had happened? Who had attacked us? Why were we brought here?

“Why am I here?” I ask her.

She looks at me hesitatingly, but before she can answer the door to my room opens and Thomas rushes in.

“Maya! You are finally awake!” He says rushing over and wrapping me into a tight hug.

I laughed a little, because I had never seen him so loud before. He was always the more calm and mellow type, but I guess the accident had really scared him.

“I’m fine!” I tell him hugging him back and burring my face in his shoulder.

I took in a deep breath and his scent filled my nose and instantly making my body relax.

“I will leave you two alone, but she should be well enough to leave by this afternoon.” The woman says leaving and closing the door behind her.

Thomas pulls away from me then and takes my face in his hands before gently resting his lips against mine.

“I was so worried.” He says softly once he pulls away.

I smile at the sound of his soft voice and rest my hand against his. “I’m ok. Are you?”

He laughs softly. “Yeah, I am. A few cuts and bruises but I healed quickly. Your injuries were a bit more serious, so that’s why you have been unconscious for so long.”

“Oh.” I felt fine now but I imagine I didn’t look too good before, especially with how worried Thomas seemed.

I was glad that these people were able to help me, but I still didn’t understand why we were here.

“Thomas, why are we back here?” I ask him.

He drops his eyes, and when he looks up again its clear something was wrong.

“The ones who attacked us were…they were Fae.” He says and pauses for a moment.

“What?” I felt my heart race because we were now at the mercy of the very people who had attacked us.

Thomas quickly took my hands and looked at me in the eyes. “We are safe here. Ok? We are safe.”

He must have sensed I was starting to panic and when that happened, bad things followed.

“The Fae who attacked us were dark Fae, ones who had been sent to the human world as punishment long ago. Somehow they found out what you were and attacked us to get to you.” Thomas starts to explain.

“What happened to the others with us? My father and his men?” I ask him.

“I don’t know. When I woke, we were here, and I was told that they had found out there would be an attack and arrived in time to rescue us. I don’t know all the details yet, but I know we are safe for now. But it seems like word about you has spread and now your father isn’t the only one after you.” He says brushing his thumb along my chin. “I promise to do better at keeping you safe! I am so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize! None of this is your fault! If anything, it’s mine. I am the one who everyone is killing to get. I just wish for once; I didn’t have to run. When will this end? When I’m dead?” I felt tears welling up, but I didn’t want to cry! I wanted to yell.

“No! I won’t let that happen!” Thomas says with a hint of anger in his voice.

It seemed to me though, that that was my destiny. To be hunted forever, and everyone around me constantly put in danger until someone finally succeeded and killed me. Why did people keep saving me, when it was clear that death was constantly reaching for me?