Slamming (Through Time 3)

Pestale went very still as the words rankled. “This abomination,” he said calmly and coldly, “will have the last word and the last laugh. When I am done with her, I will kill her slowly and then I will release you from your eternal life and you can join her.”

“It won’t happen,” Trevor shouted. Pestale’s threat made him tremble inside. He had never been truly afraid before. He was now horrified and frightened to the very core of his being.

“Ah, but it will happen. I feel her essence near; I can smell her delicious scent. She knows you are my prisoner and believes she can outwit me.” He laughed then and it was an ugly sound that echoed through the dungeon halls.

Trevor could feel the Dark Fae was exultant. So evil that he would never feel remorse. There could be no negotiating with him.

Trevor struggled violently against his constraints and Pestale’s laughter lingered as he shifted away.

All at once Trevor went still.

He could feel his beloved probing at his mind. She wanted in, but if he allowed her to mind link she would know exactly where he was and fall right into Pestale’s hands. However, he knew that she would go blindly through the castle until she found him. Either way she was in trouble.

“I am here, Jazmine Decker, but this is a trap. He is looking to take you prisoner by using me. Don’t be the one to come…don’t throw yourself into his trap,” he whispered into her mind.

He heard and felt her anguish and then he heard something in the tone of her voice that made him go rigid with fear. “Trev, I know what to do and I am coming fully prepared. I know how to free you.”

The next thing he knew she was there leaning over him whispering into his ear. Pestale was right behind her.

Chapter Twenty-Two

AAIBHE FELT THE sticky membrane walls as she was sent hurtling through the portal tunnel. She was caught up in a whirlwind and unable to stop the force taking her catapulting through space.

All at once it stopped. The atmosphere changed and she felt gentle, tiny hands stroke her arms. She heard the purring and saw the twinkling little Pixies as they fluttered all around her head saying her name over and over. “Queen Aa

ibhe, Queen Aaibhe.”

The Queen closed her eyes with sudden resignation. She was in the Pixie Realm.

Pixie magic was very unlike Fae magic.

She had learned early on, that one should never underestimate a Pixie because of its size. They were shape shifters and could take on any size and any form at will. Some were better at it than others, but few ever left their dimension.

However, she assumed they meant her no harm.

Somehow Banzar had learned of the Scepter’s power to send her to the Pixies. The Scepter had been designed to do this to save her from an immediate threat and only as a last resort.

She now thought that she was in quite a bit of trouble. The Pixies would take their job very seriously and they would not easily allow her to leave.

She felt herself pulled along by Pixie magic and forced to sit on a settee they had prepared for her comfort. Cushions were thrown all around her as they chatted away. She looked up and saw that they had situated her under a Sacred Oak where their magic would always be strongest.

She was surrounded by Pixies.

They were everywhere saying her name in awe as they fluttered about and giggled. All the while they were whispering and flying about with excitement. They were honored to have her there after so many eons had passed. They had been waiting for their opportunity to protect a Seelie Queen. They had been willing participants in the original contract that Queen Mab had enacted all those thousands of years ago.

The Scepter had sent her to the Pixie Kingdom and she knew that the stubborn, yet powerful shape shifters would not release her without considerable convincing.

The Scepter had been designed to do this when a Queen was in mortal danger. The Pixies would protect her with their own special brand of magic. It was common knowledge that only the very few could enter their world.

Queen Mab herself had infused the Scepter with this quality after Bridget’s death.

With a heavy sigh Aaibhe raised her hand and said, “My darlings, you must return me to my Palace at once. We have a traitor amongst us there and I am needed.”

A group of ten females and males fluttered before her face and gravely shook their heads. One sparkling little pretty spoke, “No, my Queen, you must remain here while your warriors secure your land.”

“You don’t understand…Banzar has the Scepter. He sent me here against my will.”

A great deal of buzzing went on between the leading Pixies fluttering before her when only one who was obviously the Queen of the Pixies, stepped forward and shifted into a larger form.