The Hidden Court

by Ren Black

A unheard court till it makes it appearances in the Summer, Winter, Dark, and High courts lives. Faeries and humans are being kidnapped, killed, and missing. And Aislinn might be next, but why? This court is unlike any court you've ever seen.

1. Prologue

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She was wounded, that much he could tell. Because of him, for what he was. And not just him, but her. It was also because of what she was that were in this situation. That they were hurting, that they were separated, that they couldn't be together. Because of the blood than ran through each of their veins.

Both of them, however did not care. Whether he wanted to kill her or vice-versa, whether their races demanded that they hunt or be hunted by the other, they didn't care. These two were forbidden to be together. Not succumbing to each other because of their feelings. It was against the law. But they broke it.

He looked down at her wound with solemn eyes, wishing they were of that of the same race. Wished they were safe in some faraway place. But the girl at his feet was in agony. A message sent to him to those that disobey the law. He took her limp body in his arms ignoring the pain that brought every time he touched her. Something to do with what she was, burned is very hands. But love always hurt, and his loved was hurting her.

With her arms and legs dangling like ropes, he jumped rooftop from rooftop with an agile speed. He arrived at the place he would call home, a loft. The only place he figured was safe. He set her down gently, angling her body so that she was comfortable. A groan came from the back of her throat, a groan in the form of his name. He shushed her to lie still, he promised he would take care of her and he did.

Rolling up her shred shirt, he placed one hand over the abdominal. The girl flinched slightly from the contact, then relaxed as he sent waves of heat, pleasure, and love through her closing the wound. She sighed, whatever he was doing if felt like she was on cloud nine.

Reluctantly he withdrew his hand, revealing the damaging underneath. Her skin bruised and marred because of what he was. Panting, his head landed on the pillow beside her. Both them out of breath, as if they ran a mile. Her wound would close; merely scarred tissue was left on her skin except for the black smudges. Reaching with her fingers she brushed his hair out of his sweaty face, smiling at him.

He took her hand a kissed it tenderly afraid he might break her.

The touch wasn't so bad as before.