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cheek. “Daddy?” I asked, naively hopeful.
    “What is going on here?” a man asked.
    I stilled. Only one person would be here now.
    I turned around, ready to kill the bastard standing behind me before I had even seen his face.

Chapter Three
Fae : A supernatural being. There are four breeds of Fae: Sprite, Nymph, Pixie and Sylph. All Fae age slower than human beings and are capable of living up to 1000 years of age. All Fae have magic, Water, Earth, Fire and Air, depending on their respective breed.
    I launched myself at him. His hands flew up in front of me, and I immediately stopped moving. It was like he had paralyzed me or something. I tried harder to move. I commanded my arms to lift, but they didn’t, they stayed suspended in the air. I tried to force my legs to move, but they too wouldn’t budge. I tried to do anything, to move anything, but I couldn’t move at all.
    But then I blinked. “What the hell are you doing to me?” I growled at him. My voice shocked me. I’d never heard myself sound so mean before.
    “Who are you?” he asked me instead.
    He reminded me of my father, which only made my chest hurt more and gave me more drive to push against the invisible barrier surrounding me. He was lean and short for a man, like my father. But still held himself with demanded authority. His dark jade eyes peered beneath his golden locks as if demanding answers.
    “I’ll ask you once more, who are you? You are not human, but I cannot sense you.”
    “Of course I’m human. What else would I be?” I demanded, more confused than before. I felt a panic attack coming. Maybe I was losing my mind.
    That’s when he looked past me. Shock flickered across his face, then sadness overshadowed the shock.
    “Oh my gosh,” he murmured as he rushed over to my parent’s side as if I was no longer a threat or concern to him.
    “Don’t you dare touch them,” I growled again. I hoped that in his momentary loss of focus I would be freed. I wiggled, trying to make my way out of the invisible confines he had me in, and pushed, ready to attack him and enact my vengeance. But I still couldn’t move at all.
    In a flash that felt like less than a second he had me pinned against the wall. He held my arms above my head, and held a knife at my throat.
    “What did you do to them?” he demanded.
    “What did I do?” I screeched. “They are my parents.”
    His brows scrunched together forming a wrinkle between his eyes. He looked me over. Looked at my hair, then my body, then my eyes again. His green gaze bore into my eyes, searching for an answer.
    “Your parents?” he asked. He sounded just as confused as I felt.
    I couldn’t speak anymore. Not because of anything he was doing, but because I couldn’t find the will to say anything anymore. Maybe it would be ok to die now. My parents were gone, what more did I have to live for? How could I ever continue on like nothing had happened? How could I ever continue on after a day like this, after losing my mind, after losing my heart?
    How could I ever open my eyes again only to see that image of them, forever ingrained in my mind?
    He let me go and stood back from me. My arms dropped to my side and I forced my legs to stay strong beneath the weight of my body, though they only wanted to collapse.
    “I’m sorry,” he said. “Forgive me.”
    I slapped him. It was a good, strong slap; one that would leave a red mark for a while on his cheek. My right hand tingled from the contact. But it felt good. I wasn’t sure why I’d done it. I wasn’t sure if it was because he asked forgiveness when I couldn’t give it. Or if it was because he had just held a blade to my throat. I didn’t know.
    He stepped back and looked at me in confusion, but then shook his head once and peered at the floor.
    He walked to my father and glanced at him briefly before kneeling next to him. It almost sounded like he was whispering, mumbling words meant only for my father’s ears, though he would never