Recap of the last chapter:
We land in the foyer of the Town House with it almost just like how we left with the exception of the giant cauldron sitting on the ground before us. She really did promise us a surprise, didn't she?
As Amren circles the object that could destroy this world, Mor silently walks over to my side and whispers, "Why is Rhys acting like this. I'm extremely upset about Feyre. She was my best friend and even more like a sister, but Rhys...he looks like he's completely broken.
Demetra must have overheard our conversation, never missing a thing, as she throws a look sharp as a blade over to Rhys. "WHAT?! You haven't told them?"
Mor turns to the new fae, bewildered. "What are you talking about?"
She ignores her and prompts Rhys to share, "My dear High Lord Rhysand, wouldn't you like to share what you've neglected to tell them all night?"
"FeyreismymatewegotmarriedandImadeherHighLadyoftheNightCourt," he mumbled under his breath. I couldn't make out each word from the other.
"What?"
"Feyre is my mate, we got married, and I made her High lady of the Night Court."
I knew about the mating and was not very surprised about them getting married too, but making her High Lady? That means that our High Lady was in the hands of Hybern.
Rhys was now in a room with six seething fae: Amren, Cassian, Mor, Nesta, Elain, and I.
Feyre:
I was awoken to the platter of water dripping from some broken pipe then landing on the cold stone that makes up the floor of my cell only to be momentarily blinded by a sliver of light filtering in through a crack on the far wall. On one hand, it was just large enough for me to attempt to pinpoint where I was in the castle, but on the other hand, it only served to taunt me. Knowing that even as I sat there and planned how I would create a hole in the wall, scale down to the dead grass, then make my escape through the trees, yet I was still too weak and defenseless to do anything more than plan was infuriating.
So I just continued to sit there and stare at the damned whole until I heard a chorus of obnoxious laughs making its way to my prison. Though I could hear them, I couldn't see them. The cage was more of a four-walled stone cave that was opened somehow by a spell allowing my captors to enter and do with me as they pleased.
The magical door allowed three high fae to enter the room with whatever new torturing device they had planned for me. In the five days that I've been here, they've come up with something new. Day one was just their feet, kicking me until I was all purple and blue. Day two was knives. They had cut marks on my stomach, and legs. Day three was whipping. Ten lashes on my back. Day four was canning on the soles of my feet. The punishment on day five gave me familiar scars. They burnt the palms of my hands.
About an hour or two after my punishments each day, a few of the lower fae were ordered to clean and bandage my wounds. Because the moment they allowed their little prisoner die on them, their fun would end. I sneered at the thought.
My sneer turned to a grimace as I steeled myself for whatever they had planned for today. When I was courageous enough to look up at them, I made an odd observation. They had no devices with them that brought me pain. I didn't know if I should be relieved or warier of their intentions, but as I saw their broad smirks, I knew the latter would be wiser.
That was the day I cracked. Only five days in and I had already fallen apart. That was the day they decided to have their way with me. Knowing I couldn't fight, I just sobbed and sobbed. One of the evil males even pulled out a knife and carved a mark in the shape of a teardrop under my eye once it was all over. No one came to help me that night.
Demetra:
"Feyre is my mate, we got married, and I made her High Lady of the Night Court."
I leaned against the stairwell rail in the foyer of the Town House as I silently glared at Rhysand as chaos unleashed around me. How could he? He didn't tell his family, Feyre's family, what had transpired between them. Even something that affected them so directly, he withheld.
I hated liars because I had been one my entire life. I had grown up on the basis of lying and scheming. I knew what it was like to be one, and I hated it. Every breath I once released was laced with words meant to deceive. In order to survive in a world full of undermining cheaters and backstabbers, you had to become one. And I was for a good amount of time, that was until Feyre released me from my gilded prison. Because of my best friend, I was able to find myself again. The girl that constantly smiled and was always ready for a good time, or a good book, arose. And now my best friend, who now felt like more of a sister, was the one held captive. It was my turn to free her.
"CUT IT OUT," I yelled across the ever-rising bickering filling the room. I was finally met with silence and several pairs of waiting, and still peeved, eyes. "I know you're all pissed at Rhys. I am too," I threw another glare at him for good measure, "But that's not the issue at the top of our list. Right now my sister and your High Lady is being held captive by a group of sadistic psychopaths that want nothing more than to kill every single one of you. Now we can either sit here and yell at each other, or we begin devising a plan to get her back. So Cassian, lose the profanity. Mor, stop yelling. Amren now is not the time for lecturing. Azriel, brooding will get you nowhere. Nesta, the devil act isn't working for you. Elain, please don't cry. And Rhys, get your sorry ass off the floor and do something to save your mate."
After a moment Cassian, of course, was the one to break the silence weighing between the group, "Well that was one hell of a speech."
The remainder of the night was spent going over a map. Although there was still some arguing and yelling, at least we were moving in the right direction. All I know is that I was going to get Feyre back no matter what it took.
Whoah, it's been two months. I just want to say thank you to the few people that actually bother to read this. I completely understand if y'all are done putting up with my horribly delayed updates. I'm trying to wrap up some grades and keep my 4.0 GPA. Plus I might have to go see a cardiologist (another doctor to add to my services). Anyway, I know this chapter is short, and I know y'all deserve more given how long you've had to wait. Sorry. I've had the majority of this chapter done for a long time, but it's taken me a while to get into the head of Demetra and figure out what I wanted to do. Let me just say, original characters, or at least semi-original, are hard to figure out. All said I swear I have been working on it.
Answers to reviews:
Bisexuallol: Thank you! I'm sad to say that I'm not perfect. It's very likely that it just didn't cross my mind in the moment. He also could have had his powers slightly drained from the battle. I will try my best to keep the posts coming although they will be extremely sporadic...sorry.
NephilleLover101: I love reading reviews and responding to them. Yay!
Guest: Sorry, I really do need to write and update more often. Last names are a pretty good idea; I'll try to remember the suggestion. I actually read this review and was torn between writing from Cassian's POV and Demetra's. I will definitely try to get Cassian in at some point. Thanks for the request.
feyregalathynius1: Thank you! I will definitely continue it and I really do hope it shoots off some time. Thanks for the concern but sadly as of Friday health has gotten worse. I'll just have to wait and see.
booknblaur459: There was no way I could have kept Elriel apart lol. I did this chapter with Demetra in consideration of this review. Also, I've been meaning to read your most recent story, but I haven't read all of the Percy Jackson series. I'm looking forward to it though.
Serene Elle: There was a brief Calanmai at the beginning of the story. I honestly don't know how I could fit that in with where I'm heading with the story. If you have any suggestions feel free to let me know.
Sansriti: Speechless is a great thing to achieve :) You have no idea how sorry I am about my lack of updating. When I saw this review, I decided to sit down and write the majority of this chapter but I wasn't able to finish. I'll definitely be able to update more over the summer. Also, thank you-I'm trying my best at the moment.
That's it. And for what I missed: Happy April Fools, Happy Easter, Happy Birthday to me (and all of y'all), and Happy Cinco de Mayo!
-Anna