Hello! I'm very sorry about the whole short chapters thing, but this is a very world- shaking one. So I hope you enjoy! And aren't mad about what I am about to do to Dex!
Earlier
"You kept staring at Tam all through dinner," Dex remarked to Biana in her room at Everglen. She sighed as she ran a brush through her ebony hair. "Dex, it didn't mean anything. I wish you'd just drop it."
"I know…" he fidgeted on the bed. After Iva dissed him for that other guy (he couldn't even remember his name, but was still crazy jealous) he had been feeling really.. possessive of Biana, not wanting to let her out of his sight. He knew something was wrong with that, but he was still almost afraid to see a psychiatrist about it. He didn't want to know for sure that something was off with his head.
"Sorry, Biana. I just- love- you- so- much-" he said, kissing her cheek with each word as he wrapped his arms around her.
"And I love you too, but we should really get going. We're having a meeting with the wedding planner, remember?" Biana said, disentangling herself from his embrace.
He sighed. They were always so boring. "Fine. You ready?"
Biana laughed. "What do you think I've been getting ready for this whole time? Yes, now let's go."
"Okay." Dex stood up. "Let us make this long journey down the hall, and one whole flight of stairs, and into the sitting room. I'll pack supplies."
"You adorable idiot," Biana snorted, and followed him out the room. When they got downstairs, Fitz and Sophie were already talking with the wedding planner, a tall, harsh blonde woman. Tam and Keefe were sitting together talking on the couch, occasionally dropping snippets of preference into the conversation.
"Sorry I'm late!" Biana trilled, and went to sit down. Dex plopped down beside her, and did his best to look interested. Rather than paying attention, he began to study Biana, watching the way she moved, and the- she was staring at Tam again. Even as she haggled with the wedding planner, making the poor woman turn bright red, she would throw the occasional glance over at Tam Song, of all people. Tam. Song. Was he not good enough for her? For anybody? He held it all in through the rest of their final meeting, and when it was over, turned to Biana.
"Stop doing that," he snapped. She looked hurt and bewildered. "What?"
"You were staring at Tam again," he accused her, boiling with rage.
"Dex! I would never do that!"
"But you were!" he insisted.
"No!"
"Well, it sure looked like it!" he was almost shouting now, and Biana was starting to look afraid. "Biana, I thought you loved me! I thought- I thought I loved you!"
He was shouting now, and Biana cowered under him. He had stood up at some point, but he didn't remember when.
"Dex- no, I-"
"What are you doing to my sister?" Fitz demanded, striding across the room.
"She's not yours, Fitz!" he was bellowing now, and Tam whispered something to Keefe. He nodded, and they both slid out the door without so much as a farewell.
"Are you saying she's yours? Are you?"
Dex's breathing hastened, and his mouth felt slow and heavy. His mind clouded with anger, and he swung a fist at Fitz. It collided with his jaw with a satisfying crack, and he reeled backwards.
After he regained his footing, Dex felt an element of fear growing in his stomach as the taller elf towered over him.
"You're not worth it, you pathetic swine." he hissed, before leaving the room and stalking up the stairs with Sophie in hot pursuit.
"You know what? I'm out of here to, Dex." Biana snapped. "Maybe next time, you'll listen to me." she followed Sophie up the stairs, and finally Dex was left sitting, alone, in the cold entry hall of the Vacker's mansion.
He stood up, staring around the perfect hall, perfect palace. It was just another symbol of a life that he could never lead, a perfect life with perfect looks- perfection. He, Dex Dizznee, would never be good enough for anyone in this perfect crystal world that the elves had built. It was over. It was all over. And so was he.
Dex stomped out of Everglen, and held up his leaping crystal to the light, glittering away. Nothing could be perfect, ever, so why keep fighting? May as well fight against that, for all the elves that felt just like him. Dex's mind clouded with darkness, and as he appeared on the small hill in England, he knew what to do. Dex breathed in a deep breath of the dirty air, and stared at the small, run-down hut on the hilltop. It was made of stone, and cracked and crumbling down. He remembered when the Neverseen had attacked them here, and almost laughed at the thought. He would be untouchable now, because he would be one of them.
Dex Dizznee of the Neverseen. He liked the sound of that.
Dex is going downhill. MUAHAHAH sorry. And I know I'm creating a lot of loose ends, but keep in mind that after I finish this, I will be doing another book in my little series.
xoxo,
Cress
