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Chapter Three: Savior or Hunter?

Ash POV

Prince Ash smirked at the Summer fey before him, who only offered a faint seductive smile back. Tara may be from the Seelie Court, but after Ariella's death, he and her had every once in a while secretly "dated" as humans called it. But despite the fact that the two were from completely different courts, they were the perfect match: both were secretive, kept to themselves, and had the habit of hurting humans in their selfish games. Just a while ago, Tara had helped Ash seduce a poor human girl who lived at the edge of forest until she fell depressed in his absence. Maybe that's what drew them together – there seemed to be a magnetic field surrounding the both of them.

Both of the fey were intelligent enough to realize that they would never date officially, or even stay together very long. Not only because it was illegal for the Summer and Winter fey to date, but also because Tara and Ash liked to keep a distance from each other.

Tara grinned right before she blocked one of Ash's bows cleverly with her own sword, then used her weapon to aim it with full force at his shoulder. Ash felt the point of the sword hit a bone with a sharp thwack, but merely used the pain to his advantage and sent his own sword in the direction of Tara's arm. It made contact with her fragile skin, breaking through the surface and building a small pile of blood against the cloth of her shirt.

They both smiled at the same time, and let their blades wander away from eachother. It was so nice to be alone without the frustrating half breed bothering them with her complaints and weaknesses. Speaking of the Summer Princess, where was she?

Ash cast a quick glance around the garden of frozen roses they were standing in, and detected an odd looking blob in the corner furthest corner away from them. It looked like one of Mab's ice sculptures, and was he imagining things or was that golden hair below the surface. He raced towards the sculpture, with his heart in a wild dance without him acknowledging why. All he knew was that he had to get to that sculpture.

As he came closer, he heard Tara's soft footsteps thud behind him in a gentle rhythm. He heard her gasp, "Meghan!" just as he placed one hand on the sculpture. Meghan had only been gone for a few minutes, and yet she had gotten in trouble already. He would be irritated, if not a wave of worry was dragging itself through him. As his palm lay on the slick ice, he met Meghan's panicked eyes, and felt his odd desperation grow. The air suddenly wavered around Meghan, and gradually the sculpture began to melt. The seconds seemed to drag until Meghan finally came gasping for air out of her frozen cage.

The girl stood there for several minutes, panting, while he clothes hung onto her body in a soaked manner. When she seemed to be recovering, he stepped away, aware only now that he had been holding onto her arm. Ash's features turned grim as he heard her gasp, "Thank you."

Ash's eyes narrowed. Saying thank you was one of the biggest insults possible in the Nevernever – it offended every single creature in it.

Meghan must have noticed his change in manner, for she attempted to apologize immediately. "Sorry," she stammered nervously, but she was human and humans' apologies never mattered.

Ash turned to Tara, and said icily, "Take her to her room." Tara nodded, and her puzzled expression changed into a bored one. He saw the confusion in her features, and knew the way he was treating the Summer Princess must seem odd.

Meghan POV

Meghan sat down on her bed feeling hopeless. Now what? One minute, Prince Ash had been all concerned about her, the next he was treating her like she was rat or something! The way he behaved around her made it sound as if he were a player or at least a heartbreaker. Meghan sighed, and fell onto the pillows behind her. She wasn't sure how she felt about the Winter Prince – he certainly had his charm but he was almost worse than his brother Rowan.

A loud knock sent the girl in the direction of the door. As she opened it, Meg spotted a redcap with razor teeth glaring at her and holding forth a package wrapped in expensive paper. She looked at it for a second before taking it, and the redcap disappeared down the depressing corridor with icicles lining the walls.

Meghan walked into her new bedroom, and sat down on one of the royal looking couches, with the package in hand. She glanced at it, and spotted three words that made her heart beat faster.

From Prince Ash.