Dark Promise by Talia Jager (free novel 24 txt) 📖

to other humans. I realize it’s a shock at first, especially since you haven’t grown up around fey, but you will get used to it.”

“What about cameras?” I asked.

“In a picture, you will look human,” she said with a nod.

“Even to myself?”

“Yes.”

Relief spread through me. At least there was a way I could see what other people saw. I couldn’t imagine how I’d know if my makeup or hair was right if I couldn’t see myself the way others did.

“Your human looks have improved as well,” Azura said as if she could read my mind.

“But, if faeries can see each other’s true forms, then how can you tell my glamour worked?” I asked. I was so confused. No matter what she told me, it all just kept piling up.

“We don’t see the true form constantly,” she replied with a smile. “You will see what seems like a mask overlaying their true form. It will show through in brief flashes.”

My mother knocked tentatively on the door and walked in. “Everything okay?”

Completely forgetting for a moment that Azura couldn’t lie, I asked terrified, “What do you see?”

“What I’ve always seen,” my mother said with a smile. “You.”

“Normal me? Not freaky-looking me?”

She examined my face. “Normal you. You look beautiful. Your hair is vibrant and your skin looks flawless.”

“Told you,” Azura said with a hint of sarcasm. Another rare display of emotion.

“Your lips have more color to them, almost like you’re wearing the perfect amount of makeup.” My mom laughed. “I doubt you’ll ever have to put makeup on again. Can you make me into a faery, Azura?”

Great. Glad I got something good out of all this.

Azura looked over at my mother, dead serious as she replied, “No, I cannot make you into a faery. I’m sorry.”

My mom rolled her eyes. “I was just joking.”

I stifled a laugh.

“Does the glamour ever go away?” I asked quietly.

“No. Once you use it, you’ll have to take it off,” Azura answered.

“How do I take the glamour off?”

“You’ll notice the glamour often feels like a cloak,” Azura—my faery mother—said. That was going to take some getting used to.

“Well, okay, then. Thanks for helping. You can go now,” I said curtly.

Azura’s eyes widened, and she stared at me. “Excuse me?”

“You taught me how to use the glamour. That’s all I needed.”

“I don’t think you understand. Not only are you in danger, you will need help figuring things out.” There was a note of hysteria in her voice.

“I think I can handle it from here. It’s my birthday, and I’m having a party that I need to get ready for. So please, just leave. Maybe we can talk…later.”

Azura opened her mouth to speak, but my father interrupted, gripping her arm and steering her out my bedroom door. “This has been quite a shock to all of us. I certainly don’t think you hovering over my daughter is going to help.”

Mom and I followed as he led Azura down the stairs and into the front foyer.

“But the danger—”

“I’m a cop!” Dad barked. “I will take care of any danger.”

Azura shook her head. “Humans never understand.”

Dad released the faery and opened the front door, holding it open. “My daughter has asked you to leave. Please respect her wishes.”

Azura eyed him, her face unreadable, and then she turned back to me. She reached out and touched my cheek. “You really are quite exquisite. If you would permit me, Oleander, I need to share something more with you and your family before I go. To help you understand the danger. I cannot leave here knowing I’ve not given you enough to fully protect yourself.”

My father’s hand fell from the door, but he didn’t close it. “You can have ten minutes if you answer something for us first.”

Even though I wanted to get ready for my party, a part of me wanted—needed—to hear what she had to say. I stood next to my mother, neither of us touching, but drawing comfort from one another.

“Very well.” Azura nodded.

“What did you do with the baby?”

Azura’s face softened. “I took very good care of her. She is buried close by.”

“Maybe we should have her buried in our family plot?” Mom asked Dad.

Dad took my mother’s hands. “Do you really want to disturb her grave?”

Mom’s eyes glistened and she looked away. “No.”

“I can take you there someday,” Azura offered.

My parents nodded.

“Go on,” my father told Azura.

Azura took a centering breath, and launched into her tale. “Long ago, both dark and light faeries lived in the same realm. I wouldn’t say it was peaceful, but they made do. The dark faeries on the east liked to cause trouble. You might say they lived on the ‘wrong side of the tracks.’ Mostly, they kept to themselves, but sometimes they caused trouble on the west side—usually involving magick and practical jokes.” She paused and took a deep breath. “Until Ealdun came along. He had an unquenchable thirst for power.”

“What did this Ealdun do?” my father asked grimly. His eyes were calculating. I knew the part of him that was a detective was listening to every detail, cataloguing Azura’s information for future reference.

Azura glanced at me and continued with the story. “Ealdun’s gift was the ability to take power from a source. In the right hands, it’s an amazing gift. In the wrong hands, it’s terrifying. He started out small, taking the energy from trees and crystals. The stronger he became, the more power he wanted. He formed an army of sorts. They had it in mind to take over our side of the land. Ealdun destroyed the forest and took power from animals. He even took energy from other faeries, leaving those poor souls nothing but empty shells. Our land was all but destroyed.”

I was completely caught up in the story. “What happened?”

Azura gave me a sad smile. “An Aurorian faery—a faery like you, my daughter—stopped the madness. A boundary was put in place so the dark and light faeries lived in separate realms. Eventually, a neutral land was created, but that took several generations. There are still vast areas in our realm where plants can’t grow. One we call the Dead Forest. However, with a lot of time and magick, we were able to rebuild the majority of our kingdom.”

“Are they still at war?” my father asked quietly.

“No. A truce was signed when Ealdun passed from this life. But after so many generations, the hatred is still strong. We keep to ourselves.”

“I still don’t understand why they want me so badly.” I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall, trying to look tough but probably failing.

“Fear. Plain and simple. The last Aurorian faery had enough power to put up a boundary between realms. The Aurorian’s magick blocked the most powerful dark faery in existence. People fear what they can’t understand.”

Everything that had happened welled up inside me, and I couldn’t help the outburst that came. “Great. Because of a stupid birthmark my life is ruined!”

I whirled on my heels and ran up the stairs, my footsteps heavy. I rushed into my bedroom, slammed my door, and threw myself down on my bed, crying. Again.