Chapter Two – Mina

This is another story that I had a few chapters already done in (actually only up to here, as I only just wrote Chapter Three), so the next chapter and onwards will be fresh from the oven! I hope you enjoy!

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Once out of range, Prince Edward grabs my wrist again, and pain begins to lace through me. I was so stupid to have thought going to the Fae plane was a good idea. I'm still stuck in quests, and I should've caught on when I saw the roses that I could get stuck in a quest without Teague trying to make it happen. But of course, by that time it was too late, and I was stuck as a prisoner to this pig-headed Prince. Of course, I'm not totally positive that it's a quest. I just know that I hate it.

I let out a squeak of pain as I'm jolted back into reality, with Prince Edward pushing down even harder on my wrist. "It seems that our Dark Prince is not off my case yet." He'd gone back to frowning, but a hint of a smile plays at his lips again. "Are you ready to continue our little game, Elle? If you're good, I'll consider giving you a more comfortable cell."

"Whatever you wish, Prince Edward." It's contorted by pain, but I don't think he cares. He loosens his grip a bit though, decreasing the pain slightly.

"Just what I like to hear." Now he really is smirking. "Give me a quiet laugh." I do as instructed, knowing it's no use to try and avoid it. He knows - and I know now - that if he wants to, he can force me to do it. All he has to do is say my real name and a command. A very different - and far worse - curse. "Good girl."

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Teague hesitate, frowning at the laugh. The prince takes this moment of hesitation to grab my hands and lead me further into the crowd. I want to call his name. I want him to find me. It's a strange feeling, especially whenever he would normally be trying to kill me. But I'd rather deal with him over Edward. Besides, I...I did love him at one time, and can that ever really fade?

We've stopped moving, and I see why. Teague looks slightly smug as he stands in front of us, having managed to get through the crowd at a different direction, and under his breath I hear Edward say, "Snap."

"I hope you won't mind if I steal a dance with Elle here?" His eyes are challenging, daring Edward to say no.

"But of course. Be my guest." A sinking feeling comes over me when I realize why Edward is being so polite. I don't know how to remove the rose. For all I know, he can make it burn from afar. That's a scary thought.

Teague's smirk slips off his face slightly. He wasn't expecting it to be that simple. Well, neither was I, so we're in the same boat here. Of course, I know that everything is complicated now.

"What on the plane are you doing here?" He hisses, taking my hands as he pulls me away from Edward. "The Fae plane is a dangerous place for a human - and a Grimm at that - to be!"

"Please keep your voice down!" I plead softly, glancing back. We're nearly out of hearing range, but we can't be too careful.

"Well?" He glares at me, and I can almost imagine looking into gray eyes and not blue ones.

"I had to come."

"Why?"

"I...I just...I just had to." I can see the rise on my wrist light up slightly. It's a warning, taunting me and telling me that he knows I might tell.

"Why can't you just explain to me why?" He stares at me. "I can tell you're not telling me something. What is it?"

"There's nothing to tell! Edward is..." I barely manage to stop myself from stating that he's keeping me prisoner, "my friend." A less believable lie than saying that I was the Story and that Teague was a Grimm. "I've been staying at his castle for a few days now."

He spins me, his lips etched in a frown. "Humans don't survive on this plane, Elle!"

"With proper magical implications in place they do." I add - silently and bitterly - in my mind, and if they aren't necessarily fully human anymore.

"Why can't you just tell me what's happened?" He pauses, as if he's just realized something. "He marked you..."

He turns my hand over to look at the rose, and I pull it away. He already saw it, but I don't want him to get any closer looks. "N-no." I shake my head.

"Why can't you just tell me what's happened, then?"

I only have one choice that allows me to not answer and not get punished. I turn, yanking my arm from his grip, and run.

Whelp, Mina, you're so smart. Not. But it wouldn't be a story without that moment where all you can think is "are you really that stupid?" as you read about the main character and the mistake they made this time. I do that all the time. Especially whenever I reread the book series Uglies. And when I read Reign… ;;

~Dagger