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The fae ruled the west side of the river, where they set themselves up in the castle, taking all the land on the Buda side. Humans ruled a speck of territory on the northeast side. Less than half of a district. As if a scar slashed through the land, most of the Pest side hemorrhaged with people, disease, murder, starvation, prostitution, drugs, poverty, and half-breeds. It was called “the Wild West of the East.” The Savage Lands.
“Now, lift up your beautiful face and show everyone in the room they can take nothing away from you. No matter what. Never apologize for how others react to your strength.”
His love had all been a loan. And it was time for me to pay back my debt.
Povstat the Rebels, and Sarkis the Protectors, were the most notable of the rebellion groups popping up, the ones fighting against both sides, gaining power with those in the middle ground between the pure fae and elite humans.
“Humans wear the gray uniforms, half-breeds blue, fae the yellow, demons red. Druids are in white,
“There is nothing around him.” Tad’s attention pointed at me. “Or around you.” “What?” I straightened. “Me?” “Your aura is void of both life and death. Nothing.” Tad tilted his head. “Like him.”
“Walk away,” Kek ordered, moving her arm off me, standing straight. “Touch my girl again, and you deal with me.”
“It’s not hard to see you just invited the worst sort of trouble in. His attention on you is not good for you.” Warwick. “I didn’t really have a choice. He was kind of there. In my way.” “He’s never done that. No one has ever drawn any bit of his notice. Not even the ones he kills.”
Prisons thrived on breaking people down and rebuilding them. Maybe it worked for others—bad people. But when you broke down good people, we didn’t rise again as even nicer people. No. That’s not how it worked. We rose like a dragon, one that would spew fire and burn everything to ash. We became the depraved.
“Holy goddesses.” Tad’s hobbled up next to me; his curved back bent him far over today. “What is it about you?” “What do you mean?” “It’s just interesting the two people who have no auras are drawn to each other.”
“Give them glory in your death or in your killing.” The guard’s sentiment halted me for a moment, my gaze snapping to the fae. For the first time, I really noticed him. The horse-shifter, Zander, stood there, his chocolate brown eyes staring into mine. “Let their energy and your fear feed you, not starve you.” His gaze remained intensely on me. Meaningful. “Use your head, find weapons in anything. Be the one who prevails.”
“What you had to do out there? Death demands payment from you as well. Compensation for living.”
“Ready to stop fiddling with your toy pony in there and come out and play with someone who might actually challenge you?”
There are very few people who find someone who challenges them, makes them feel alive, fights and loves with the same passion.”
