"Help me...."
All Islinda had to say was those two words and the relief was instantaneous and she caught her breath in a gasp of pain. She curled in on herself, still trembling from the beating, and was detached from the world for a while until she realized that it was deadly silent.
There was no sound of Lillian and Madam Alice anymore and Islinda would have thought all of what happened was a dream or product of his magic except there was still blood on her hands - both hers and Remy’s - and the smell of death. And it unsettled her for strange reasons. What has Eli done this time?
The terror began in the pit of her stomach but continuously wind upwards till it reached her chest and strangled her heart. Amid the excruciating pain, Islinda had to snap out of it and had barely sat up, looking around when she saw the bodies on the floor and her stomach churned at once.
By the gods, no! Hot tears slipped from her eyes and Islinda hunched over, throwing up the little food she had eaten the night before. She had been so nervous that she hasn’t been able to take anything that morning, and now her stomach was completely emptied.
He killed them.
Islinda could not forget the way her gaze had collided with Lillian’s open yet unseeing ones. She was dead. He must have killed her so quickly that she didn’t see it coming until it was too late. No wonder she hadn’t heard a word. The Fae was an efficient killer.
Madam Alice was not different either but she was facing upward and Islinda was spared looking into her eyes that must have hated her even unto death. She ruined them. Perhaps, Lillian was right, she didn’t deserve to live. She brought death into their lives. It was all her fault.
"What have you done?!" Islinda screamed at him.
Eli looked at her with confusion in his eyes, "What are you talking about?"
She lifted her tears filled eyes, voice laced with pain, "Why did you kill them?"
He frowned, "You asked for my help, didn’t you?"
"I didn’t ask you to kill them!" Islinda hissed, "I only wanted you to stop them from hitting me! You....." She thought about the right, "could have subdued them, not -"
"And then what?" He let out a huff, "You forgot that I am a Fae." He emphasized, "A dark Fae."
A shiver danced down her spine and the questions died from her lips. Fae and dark Fae, what was the difference? Islinda wanted to ask but something told her she wouldn’t want to know.
Instead, she cried out, "I didn’t ask for any of this. My life was going perfectly until you ruined it. Why me? I never did you bad and was always good to you," She rasped, finally asking the question, "Who are you?"
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