I pulled away from him forcefully. He didn't move whereas I took a couple of large steps back away from him to regain my balance.

Robyn gave a cold smile. "You were magnificent, dear."

I looked at Damien's uncle. He could have easily been mistaken for his brother. He didn't look older than Damien himself.

I recognized him, the same man who had held me by the neck in my dreams and squeezed so hard that it woke me. The same man who in my dreams and memory had cowered in the rain, cradling his missing arm. He still had the same striking eyes.

His eyes were the blue right dawn just before the sun would rise. I didn't think such a color was possible. His dark hair was long in the front and would fall over his eyes, his features flawless. I could see the resemblance between him and Damien along the lips and jaws. They both had the same strong jaw and smile.

I wanted to fight, wanted to strike him but stood frozen in place hugging my arms against the cold that was spreading through me.

Fae were dead. They were dead because of me.

I watched him as he watched me, my eyes resting on the arm that had held me in place before. The arm that night after night I'd seen Damien's father slice right off.

He somehow was able to replace it with smoke. Which was what it looked like. It was smoke encased in the form of an arm. It shouldn't have been solid but was, it held my hand firmly in place as he watched me.

"How?"

His eyes gleamed. "Magic. I will show how to use your own soon. We will make quite the pair, you and I."

Fury ignited in me. "There is no 'you and I'."

He laughed. "Not right now but it's only a matter of time. Until then, please make yourself comfortable."

He disappeared from the room leaving me alone.

The room was large and ornate but not as grand as the rooms I'd gotten used to where Damien lived.

The floor was marble reflecting the golden grand chandelier in the room. The walls were like ivory, golden, beautiful even in the small amount of candlelight illuminated by the chandelier in the room.

In the middle of it all was a large bed with golden spirals for posts rather than the dark wood from the ones in the castle.

It was gorgeous.

I recognized a large dresser in the room sitting next to a small vanity. Next to the vanity were large glass windows that overlooked a giant dark forest.

Nighttime settled over the forest and surrounding mountains. Nothing was illuminated within it - not a single source of light. It was lonely.

I tried to pry the windows open but couldn't, finally giving up when I had beads of sweat all over making the dress stick to me.

I grabbed a heavy brass candlestick and threw it, trying to shatter the glass. The candlestick bounced back as if I'd thrown it hard against a trampoline. It made a loud clanking sound as it fell on the hard marble floor.

I screamed as loud as I could, banging on the windows to no avail.

We were in a lonely manor in the mountains. Without anything in the distance to indicate that there was a city or a small town nearby.

I looked at my hands. Somehow I was able to do magic before at the party. Could it help me now?

I placed my hands on the cool glass and closed my eyes, focusing whatever I could to my hands.

But nothing happened. I didn't feel anything like minutes before. What was different?

My body knew what it was doing on its own somehow. I couldn't control the magic, it just happened.

I sighed and sat on the ground, kicking the layers of fabric away from me in an attempt to get comfortable.

I looked at my pale hands. How was it possible? Was what Robyn said true?

The thought was preposterous, crazy. I couldn't be whatever he claimed I was. Hadn't he wiped them all out, according to Kymra?

I was human, a normal human girl just getting through college.

There was no way, no way that what he said was true. I had normal parents. They didn't know anything about Damien, they always asked what he did for a living that he could so casually show up whenever he wanted and hang out with me.

No, Robyn had done something. He had to have done something to me to make this happen.

I reached for my neck. Was it the Mark? The famous Mark maybe gave me magic?

Something tugged at me. Even with what little I did know I didn't think it was possible. Had he transferred magic to me like Damien had before?

That didn't seem right either. Even when Damien did do that days before my hair hadn't turned white, my scars hadn't disappeared and I still felt normal.

And that was what disturbed me the most. The way I'd felt when everything did happen. I felt empty, like I was losing myself, unable to control what I did.

I never felt anything like that before.

I suddenly remembered Leah, that first night months ago when she finally did unleash her magic. She wasn't able to contain herself and almost exploded as a result.

Why didn't I do that?

I looked at the silver strands of hair in my face. I ran a hand through my hair and pulled it in front of my eyes to see. Leah's hair had turned black, why did mine turn white?

Was it true?

Was I really the last of the light fae?

I shook my head. No, that was ridiculous. There had to be a logical explanation somehow. It made absolutely no sense.

And even if that were true how did I somehow find my power?

I thought back to the party right before I found I could see better and that my hair was silver. What did I do last?

I took a drink from a glass of wine that Leah gave me.

Leah.

Somehow, she was involved.

I laid back against the cool glass and closed my eyes resisting the urge to cry.

I was trapped.

At least Damien's last words gave me some comfort.

He'd find me.

He said he would.

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"What are those?"

I watched the boy approach me from the woods. His funny clothing didn't look familiar, he didn't dress like anyone I knew.

But I knew who he was. He was the boy from the woods a couple of days ago when we were being chased. He had the weirdest eyes I'd ever seen.

Purple like the flowers Mom kept in the backyard.

He and his dad were both really nice.

The only nice people I met that night.

I was so scared.

I looked at the dolls in my hands. "They're Barbies." I raised the brunette one. "This is Macy, she has a big house and her friend Lady," I raised the one with blonde hair, "Is going to a party at her house."

I looked at the boy as he watched me with my pink Barbie house and pink car. I handed him a doll. "Do you want to play?"

He wrinkled his nose. "No. That's boring."

I took my Barbies and placed them close to my chest. "No, it's not! That's mean!"

"You helped me the other day. Father says we can be friends now."

I pouted. "I gotted in trouble. I'm grounded."

He looked at me, puzzled. "What's grounded?"

I crossed my arms. "It means I'm not s'posed to leave the house. Ever again. Like ever in my life."

He smiled. "Do you always follow the rules?"

I nodded vehemently. "Yes, you gots to. It's the rules."

He sat down next to me, legs crossed. "Do you want to see magic?"

This time I made a face. "Like a coin from the ear, like grandpa does?"

The boy with the strange eyes leaned forward with an empty palm. He reached behind my ear and came back with an old gold coin.

I clapped my hands. "You can do magic!"

He nodded and looked at the Barbies I placed on the floor. They came to life, walking around in a circle around us.

I clapped again. "Woooooooow!"

He handed me the coin and the dolls fell to the floor, no longer moving. "My name is Damien. What's yours?"

"Emylin."

He frowned. "Emily?"

I shook my head. "Noooooo. EH-MAH-LIN."

His eyes gleamed as he stood. He extended a hand towards me. "Want to see more magic, Em?"

I woke with a start recognizing the blue eyes that stared at me.

I screamed, pushing myself up against the wall. I'd somehow fallen asleep on the floor near the windows the night before, never making it to the bed.

He laughed. "Too good for a bed?"

How long had he been watching me sleep?

He grabbed my hand. "Come, have breakfast."

I felt a pull, something tugging at me in the middle of my stomach and suddenly I wasn't on the floor of the room anymore. I was sitting in a large wooden chair at the end of a large table.

I groaned, trying to gain my composure. I had a feeling that my organs were still in the other room where I was laying just moments before.

"On second thought," Robyn spoke next to me. "You need a shower first."

Again, I was moved, this time to a large bathroom. I lost my balance and fell forward on my face, my cheek pressing against the cool tile. I stayed there trying to regain my composure trying to relieve the dizziness I felt.

I could feel the waves of nausea starting to subside when Robyn suddenly appeared next to me, crouched with his hands together. "My dear, this is me extending an olive branch. You can either take a shower on your own or I will shower you myself. I don't have all day."

I returned his statement with a single-fingered gesture.

He laughed, "You are quite feisty no wonder my nephew can't bear to part with you."

Anger flared inside of me and I turned to him. "Don't you ever talk about Damien. You pig-headed murderer."

Robyn feigned surprise but chuckled. "Don't keep me waiting, my Queen."

He disappeared before he heard my screams, "EVERYONE NEEDS TO STOP CALLING ME THAT!"