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thunder.
     
     

 
    Chapter Three
     
    The world faded away. Keyn knew the
trees that surrounded him were a dream but he couldn’t shake them. He was on
his back, the cold seeping into his bare skin as the stars above twinkled. How
could they watch this? How could they settle themselves in the sky and witness
this?
    He tried so hard to wake up.
    The voices whispered in the darkness
that surrounded his prison. Tears prickled at the corner of his eyes but he
fought them. For how long he didn’t know. He would try as he always did to fight
this recurring nightmare. Not that it mattered. His will was wasted. The men
were coming closer. The familiar crush of leaves beneath heavy feet. Intense
breathing accompanied a dark shadow approaching. Keyn couldn’t look. He turned
his head away from the dream man and fisted his hands. He was unable to move,
helpless as that warm masculine hand traveled along his forearm. Goose bumps
rose, decorated his pale skin, and that unwanted touch moved lower.
    “Please.” He knew begging was a
useless action but the words slipped from his parted lips. Will this torture
never cease? “Stop this!” he yelled, but the words were merely a whisper as
that hand groped between his legs.
     
    Keyn
awoke with a jerk. He sat up and gasped. His lungs filled with oxygen as tears
began to trickle down his cheeks. Keyn’s eye’s focused on the door as his heart
leapt against his chest wall. Shudders racked his body something fierce. It
took all his strength and what was left of his will to bring his breathing back
to normal. His pulse soon followed and Keyn wiped away the evidence of tears
that remained on his face. Disgusting, a grown fairy crying over a dream. He’d
been overwhelmed with tears every single time the nightmare invaded and it
seemed that would never change.
    Keyn
shoved the thin blanket from around his hips. His black and red wings stretched
to their full length and then he rushed out his balcony doors. The morning air
was cool against his bare skin as he spiraled into the sky. The sun had risen
hours ago and he stopped the upward takeoff as he reached the highest treetop.
His gaze followed the slow ascent of the bright sun. Here, the world was right,
a far-away planet below his feet and the endless sky before him.
    Here,
he was safe.
    Keyn
didn’t stare long. He inhaled the fresh air of
Ireland
and began to fly slowly to
her house. He felt this need, a compulsion, to see her again. She helped
settled his soul after the nightmares. It was risky with their last encounter
but he’d hide better this time.
    The
moment he saw the thatched roof a subtle breeze swept past his wings. With it
came the distinct rotting smell of trolls and a layer of fresh blood. His heart
quickened, as did his wings. What if they found her? What if they knew she was
his mate? Dread sunk deep into his heart like claws as he flew faster toward
her home. Keyn hovered over her backyard and scanned the ground. Her canvas was
on the ground, knocked carelessly off its easel. Paint was splashed across
brown grass and imprinted in the thick red substance were footprints. None of
them were human. Anger tore across his features and he bared his teeth before
swooping down. Keyn might not want her but there was no way he’d let the trolls
take her.
    He
inhaled deeply, catching the acrid sent of fear and the sweet scent of woman.
He pulled both his daggers free as he rushed forward. Here, in the soft dirt of
the woods, he could make out footprints. Small and human, they were deep as if
she were running. The overly large marks of troll feet were right on her trail.
Keyn growled. Anger boiled and the beast he hid so well scratched at the
surface of his composure. He dodged between trees. Dead branches that had not
survived a mild winter scratched at his skin. Noise broke through his rage.
Clashing metal. Angry screams. A fight.
      He was gaining on them.
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    Trillian
didn’t even try to understand the fact that these