Elfin Trilogy

Chapter 5-2

She stumbled over her feet as she reached the door and caught herself just as she rushed into the hallway. She turned in a circle, slowly searching through the throng of students, her eyes moved over every face and every corner, hoping to see him leaning there, but knowing she wouldn’t.

“Cassie, could you please explain why you nearly took out three of our classmates in an effort to get into the hall?” Elora asked her, stopping by her side and looking in the same direction as her friend.

Finally, Cassie made eye contact with Elora. “He’s gone,” she told the goth and Cassie’s face fell as the words left her mouth.

“And how exactly did you know that while we were sitting in History class?”

Cassie shook her head. “I just knew. Somehow, I don’t know how to explain it, but I just know when he is close by.”

Elora stared at her questioningly. “Are you in pain this time?”

“No, I just feel like something is missing.”

“Duh, it’s your ass—I mean assassin.”

Cassie grinned weakly at her friend’s purposeful slip of the tongue. “That was weak.”

“I’ll work on my material. So what are we going to do?”

Cassie shrugged. “What can I do? It’s not like I have a cell phone number for him.”

“Have you said his name? Isn’t that what brought him back the last time?” Elora reminded her.

“Trik?” Cassie said his name and it came out as a question. They both waited, their breaths seemed to freeze in their lungs as the anticipation for a response grew. The halls were beginning to empty as people made their way into their respective classrooms. Cassie hardly noticed. After several minutes, still nothing.

“O-o-okay,” Elora said, drawing out the word. “So, apparently, you have to be in unbearable pain for that little trick to work. No pun intended, although that was a pretty good one.”

Cassie heard the bell ring and still she didn’t move. She knew she needed to get to her next class, but she couldn’t get her feet to obey her.

“Cassie, you are going to have to suck it up and deal. We need to get to class. Your life does not stop simply because you find yourself painfully and ridiculously attached to Mr. Tall, Dark, and Delicious,” Elora said firmly as she took Cassie by the arm and tugged.

Cassie let out a deep breath and looked at her friend. With a single nod of her head, she finally began moving. “You’re right, this is silly.”

“I didn’t say silly. Bizarre, freaky, and quite possibly turning into an unhealthy attachment? Yes, but not silly.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Cassie growled.

“I don’t sugarcoat things Cass, not for anyone, especially you.”

“I know and I usually appreciate it. But could you maybe soften it a little this time?”

“No.”

“It was worth a try,” Cassie muttered.

Trik glared at his king. The indignation rolled off of him in palpable waves.

“You have never forced a summons on me.” His words were a knife slicing through the anger that radiated from both of them.

Lorsan met his warrior’s fierce stare. “You have never ignored one.”

“I have never had a Chosen before. She is human; she needs protection, especially since she has seen Tamsin and his closest men in their natural form. You know the laws they will hold her to.”

“You are my spy and assassin first, not her Sh'mai,” Lorsan snapped.

Trik shook with rage as his fists opened and closed at his sides.

“Is that how you feel of your Chosen?” he asked. “Does your kingship come before her?”

“That’s different and you know it.”

“Different how?” Trik challenged.

Lorsan’s hand slashed through the air, disregarding Trik’s words. “Ilyrana and I have been united for more than a millennium. She has held my heart far longer than the existence of the humans, let alone you’re little human.”

“And that makes your relationship more important than the one between me and Cassandra?”

“I am in the middle of one of the largest endeavors ever in the human realm. An endeavor that will bring the humans to their knees before us. Need I remind you of the part you are to play in this?” Lorsan paced restlessly as he struggled with his next words. “I would hate to have to replace you, Triktapic. You have served me longer than most. But do not make the mistake of believing you are irreplaceable.”

Laughter that would have caused tremors in a lesser man erupted from Trik. “You honestly think you have someone amongst your warriors that is even comparable to me? Tell me, Liege,” Trik’s words dripped with contempt, “do you honestly believe you have a warrior with a tenth of my ability?”

Lorsan’s eyes glowed as he held the stare of his assassin. Both refused to admit defeat.

“I have always done what you asked. I have served you faithfully, but in this, I will not bend. She is the most important thing. You know as well as I do that I do not deserve her. I am being entrusted with something pure and good. Do you honestly believe I would walk away from that?”

Lorsan crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised one hand to stroke his chin. His eyes narrowed as he considered Trik’s words. “I admit that I have to wonder why you, of all the dark ones, would be given someone like her. Do you believe she can honestly care for you? Does she know what you are? What you do?”

Trik growled in frustration. “I have shown her.”

Lorsan’s hand dropped from his face abruptly. “You connected with her?” His eyes widened as he watched Trik nod.

“I won’t keep anything from her.”

“And what if she doesn’t want you? What if she says that she can’t deal with it and won’t accept that this is your life? You cannot walk away from who and what you are.”

Trik chuckled darkly. “Only moments ago, you were threatening to replace me. So, which is it, Dark king? Are you going to keep me and accept my terms for continuing to be your killer, or are you going to toss me out?”

Lorsan slumped down onto his throne chair. He suddenly looked exhausted.

“You are my right arm, Trik. You are correct when you say that I could not replace you, at least not with someone as talented. But I need to know that you are going to be reliable. I can’t have you distracted. You might get yourself killed.”

“I have never let you down. I’m not going to start now. Please do not ask me to choose between the two of you. You know that something in our dark nature seems to call deeper to our Chosen. I will give up everything for her. Even if she denies me, I will spend my existence making sure she is safe.”

“The reason I summoned you is because I need you to finalize the deal with the humans. Go sign the documents for the land. Then set up a place for us to cross over there so that we can begin taking the soil that will be needed to grow the plants.”

Trik nodded. “I’ll check in with you once it’s ready.”

Lorsan nodded and left the throne room without another word.

Trik looked at the watch he wore that kept human time. He wasn’t sure what time Cassie finished with school for the day, but he imagined that it wasn’t before their lunchtime which, for most of them, seemed to be around 12:00 p.m. He pictured a window in her school and stepped up to the reflective wall that ran the length of the throne room. He walked through it and emerged on the other side, standing in the school once again. He was facing a long, empty corridor containing the lockers that seemed to line every wall in the building. He began to walk, allowing the soul inside him to search out for its other half. It led him further down the hall and around a corner to a single door on the short hallway. She was behind that door. He knew it as sure as he knew his own name. He opened the door, knowing that everyone but Cassie would think the door was opening on its own. As he stepped through it, his eyes immediately found hers. He watched as she jumped to her feet. A grin crept up on his face as he c****d his head to the side waiting to see what she would do next.

It must have been the amused look and mischievous gleam in his eyes that made her realize what she had done. She looked around the room and saw that her classmates were staring at her. She blushed as she sat back down, but her eyes drifted once again to where he stood. Trik glided smoothly through the aisle, making his way toward her. One of the guys in the room was staring at her, attempting to get her attention. Trik felt an unfamiliar feeling rush through him, though he knew what it was—jealousy. He instantly loathed the boy looking at his Chosen. As he walked past, Trik swiped his hand across the boy’s desk, knocking his things into the floor. Cassie ducked her head to cover her embarrassment. Trik smirked as he watched him skitter to gather his now scattered possessions.

Cassie looked up at Trik as he reached her desk. He knelt down in front of her so that she didn’t look like she was staring up into empty air to her classmates. Once he was at eye level, he reached up and grazed her cheek with his fingertips. She fought the desire to close her eyes and lean into his touch.

“You left,” she whispered.

Trik nodded and his eyes pleaded for her understanding. “I didn’t have a choice.”

She figured that he must have seen the confusion on her face when he let out a frustrated sigh. Cassie didn’t feel like it was directed at her, but rather his situation. Cassie turned from him and raised her hand. Mr. Singleton motioned for her to speak.

“I need to step out for a moment.”

Cassie was glad that it was a male teacher that she was dealing with because they were more inclined to let the female students leave the class without an explanation, always fearful that they would unwittingly expose a ‘female issue’ to the rest of the class.

“That’s fine,” he told her.

Trik backed up so she could stand and then followed her out of the room. Cassie stopped abruptly when Todd put his foot in the aisle to keep her from passing. She looked down at him as her eyebrows rose in question. He discretely handed her a folded piece of paper, a faint smile on his lips, but said nothing. When he moved his leg, Cassie continued forward, confused by his action and beginning to feel the stares of her fellow classmates. She turned back to look at him when she heard him curse and saw that, once again, his things were scattered on the floor. She glanced up at Trik who shrugged, acting like he had nothing to do with the mess. She shook her head with a small chuckle as she pushed the door of the classroom open.

“Okay,” Cassie started before he could speak. “What were the little stunts about with Todd?”

Trik sneered. “If you are speaking of the boy who was drooling over you, then I was simply distracting him from staring at what is mine.”

Cassie crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Trik. “Yours?”

Trik nodded. “Of course. I told you already. You are mine and I am yours. Would you be okay with a female eyeing me?”

She huffed and dropped her arms. “Fine, point taken.”

“What do you mean you didn’t have a choice,” she finally asked as they began to walk again and rounded a corner where some water fountains were tucked away from view.

“When my king calls to me I can only resist for so long before he forces my presence.”

“Does he do this often?”

“No,” Trik shook his head. “In fact, he’s never done it before.”

“So why now?” Cassie asked.

“I’ve never ignored his summons before.” Trik’s hair flowed like water, tracking his movements as he paced. Cassie wanted to reach out and touch the dark strands, but refrained with some difficulty.

“What was so important that he talk with you?”

Trik stopped and his eyes met hers. He stepped up and cupped her face in his hands. He was so close that she could feel his breath on her face. His scent surrounded her and she fought the urge to seek refuge in his arms. “It’s best if you didn’t know.”

Cassie’s lips tensed in a straight line as she tried to step away from him, but he refused to release her.