"She is a Fae." Everyone's eyes on mine, which I know are glowing fluorescently into the night. Burning brightly like an amethyst beacon.
"Silence," the man yells out to the crowd. The chatter instantly died down at his words.
"I knew I sensed a Fae when you bumped into me." His lips were next to my ear, his cool breath sending shivers down my spine as he moves closer. He leans in inhaling my scent and I can feel his lips barely touching the skin in the crook of my neck.
"You're coming with me," he whispers, grabbing me and pulling me towards the old sandstone castle. It was huge, and something right out of a fairy tale, only dark and covered in snow, the vines growing along the sides looked like snakes, dying from the cold and the sandstone high walls tarnished from not being maintained properly.
I struggle, trying to free myself from his grip. He looks to one of the guards that we pass.
