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~Faye

T sits up in the bed, sipping his water.

I watch in a chair a few metres from him, not wanting to get too close. He watches me back, right over the rim, curls all tousled, cheeks devoid of any healthy glow. His hands even shake slightly, the water in the cup trembling. I have no doubt he's not faking his reaction to the poison. In my mind, I now have no doubt he's an immortal.

I have Yazzmine detained, and while T rested, being purged by numerous of my best healers, I questioned her. She was suspicious, saying she knew from our first Gaze Reading that he was an immortal, and she wanted to prove it to me in a way she would be assured I would understand. I allowed her to leave, however, I doubt I'll be using her again.

T clearing his throat snaps me back into the reality. He sets his glass down on the bedside table, before he leans back into the bed. 

"You're looking at me strangely," he murmurs.

My eyes narrow slightly on him. "What do you expect?"

"If you have any questions, you can ask," he tells me, sitting up slightly. I watch him as he does so, noticing his quivering muscle.

Whatever this poison was - which I never questioned during the thick of everything - I need to get some for myself. Seeing the way it has rendered T completely useless, although causes a lump in my throat, may be useful. Usually T is so competent, which he has unfortunately retained with his mouth, but not with his physical stature.

"I'm aware," I comment, tapping my fingers over the leg I have crossed over the other. The only reason I haven't jumped at the opportunity to drill him about his immortality is because I'm thinking of the first few things I wish to talk about.

"So?"

Finally, I decide where to start. "Why did you lie?"

"I never lied," he tells me carefully. Hearing those first words instantly proved my theory, that he is about to cryptically answer all my questions, and leave me at the end with as many as I had to begin with. "I just never told you."

"Why not?" I question. Really, when I think about it, it's a foolish question to ask, but I can't help myself. For some unfathomable reason, him lying to me makes me deeply uncomfortable, even when he doesn't own me a single thing.

I'm the one who is keeping him captive right now, even without any real evidence to keep him here.

"Because you never asked,' he replies, shaking his hair slightly. It's interesting watching him do so. It's such a simple action, yet the implications on his hair is extraordinary, as if it corrects each perfect wave and curl, situated it across his forehead nicely. I blink a few times to get the image of it out of my head, refusing to concentrate too much on it.

"Don't play coy with me. I asked you plenty of times who you were, and you were never honest with me," I snap, narrowing my eyes on him. I'm tempted to move my chair closer to him, but I refrain. This distance between us is enough.

He smirks slightly, but only for a moment, after he notices my expression.

"I lied to some degree about my intentions, sure. That's a part of my job," he tells me, shrugging slightly. Slowly but surely, colour is draining into his face, and he's gaining back his typical attitude. "But I never lied about being an immortal."

"What kind of immortal are you?"

He raises a speculative eyebrow at me. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"If your Fate's brother, you must have some kind of crazy power relation to him...right?" I question, remembering everything I have learnt from Millicent about his abilities.

T's shoulder shake slightly with a laugh, which he attempts to smother behind his hand, as if I wouldn't notice. He may still be slightly drunken with fatigue, but he has enough audacity to laugh in front of me. Especially when I could have Yazzmine come back in with a little more of that poison. When it comes to Fate, and the potential for abilities I don't know about, I don't particularly feel like joking about.

"No. Fate isn't my biological brother," he tells me, sobering up slightly. He doesn't seem to be lying, by the way he steadily holds my gaze. It's unfaltering as it is dark and smouldering.

"You two don't seem so friendly. At least that's what he said. Can't you just, I don't know, disown him?" I question, remembering Fate's words to me. If I could choose my siblings, especially in regard to Fate, I would. Even if my only surviving family is my mother.

"Nope," he says breezily, "doesn't work like that."

I frown, and he frowns back at me in a mocking manner. Half the time I can't tell if he is serious or not. With each question I pose to him, he seems to be gaining a glimmer of light to his eyes. This must fuel him, using his wit and attitude to get on my nerves. If I was as good at him as concealing my emotions at the right time, all his power over me would diminish.

"Why not?"

"Because I owe him a life debt. He is the only surviving family I care about, to some degree," he tells me. I swallow uncomfortably, wishing the dry lump in my throat away. As much as I hate that, I can see where he comes from. I would never give up on my mother.

I'm tentative with my next question. "What did he do for you?"

"He gave me a second chance," T tells me, anchoring his gaze on the knitted fingers on his lap, "he gave me immortality. Even if he has a callous way of going about it. He snapped my neck without a second thought."

I flinch out the sound of that, my hands coming up to my throat. T nods solemnly. He doesn't seem particularly mad about that, just bothered. The muscles in his jaw are tense, while he plays with the edge of the linen. I'm trying my best not to feel sorry for him. Nothing has changed, just because he is an immortal.

"Why did you need immortality?" I ask. Never would I wish immortality on myself.

"Many years ago, I got sick. I was in my prime as an assassin, doing work for people as I was paid to. However, someone poisoned me out of revenge," he mentions, dark lashes sweeping up with his gaze. He's smiling slightly at the current irony of it all.

I anticipate how he is going to reply to my next question, hoping for the best. "What business did Fate have with you?"

"That's the funny thing about Fate. He makes it seem as if he strikes deals to get what he wants, but I believe he truly felt sorry for me. He gave me immortality, and in return, I went after and killed the people he wanted me to. I did his dirty work," he tells me, watching attentively for a reaction. I unfold my legs, stretching them out as I sigh.

"So you're kinda like a Huntsman," I tease, despite myself. The perfect opportunity arose to give him a taste of his own medicine. I had to take it.  "Like Cal."

"No, there's a very distinct difference," he says sourly. "aren't you going to ask why he lied?"

"Huh?"

He levelled a condescending look, as if I was foolish for not knowing. In my defence, I stayed up all night last night while my healers were helping T. I'm not sure why I did it, I just couldn't sleep without knowing whether he himself would make it through the night or not.

"He lied. He said he knew me when I was a Silent. I was never a Silent," T reminds me. Of course, how could I forget about that? So far, I can't tell who has lied to me more; Cal, or T. At this point, the only one I can trust is myself.

"Right...I was going to speak to him about that," I say quickly, covering my tracks before T could judge me, "how did you know he lied about that? You heard our conversation?"

He shrugs slightly, feigning innocence. "Other people talk."

"Like who?"

"Never mind that, Faye," he exasperates. "What matters is he lied. Would you like me to tell you why?"

I eyed him demurely, unsure if I really would like his information. After all, T hates Cal, Cal hates T, which means one of them could easily lie about the other. I'm suspicious about both of them equally, so at least I won't be disappointed in what I'm about to hear. Even after Cal kissed me.

Might as well get to the point. "Is this going to be a lie?"

"Hardly," he says, although his eyes speak another story. Does he look perpetually all knowing, or is that just me?

"Alright then."

"Once upon a time, Fate wanted me to kill him, and I failed," he admits, no falter in his expression, even if I find it slightly amusing. Him telling me he failed to kill Cal makes a lot of sense in my mind, to some degree. Even if T's strength and ability is not currently disclosed.

I wipe my smile away quickly. "Seriously? Why?"

"He never told me the full reasons as to why I was killing the ones I was. I never asked either, it didn't intertest me. Cal doesn't want you to know the truth and I assume that is due to the reason for Fate's ill will toward him," T explains. That makes a lot of sense, even if I don't want to admit it to myself.

I'm not sure if I feel this way because Cal was once my Huntsman, and my fathers, or if I want him to be good, after he kissed me. While I was gone, none of the Guards reported anything odd about him, but my suspicions still exist...

"And you know this for sure?"

"I know what I have been told."

"So why are you here then? Why didn't you kill me?" I ask. It's the single question I've never had an answer to since T got here.

He hesitates before he answers. "I didn't kill you as that wasn't in my best interest. I've failed to do many jobs for Fate recently, and I've fallen out of his failure. I was curious, for once, to see why he wanted you dead, however, I could not find a single one, other than your belief in Millicent."

"So you spared me for that reason alone? That you don't see any other reason to kill me?"

"I spared you for many reasons. I thought you knew I enjoy keeping things from you. It makes you blush bright pink and get frustrated. Perhaps I've been locked up too long and find the trivial things interesting. Sue me," he says, picking his glass of water up as he says it.

Growling slightly under my breath, I dismiss it. Sure, that may be his motive, but nevertheless, it bothers me. Only because I have to admit he easily gets under my skin, and I haven't yet found a way to combat that.

"You are disgusting," I say quickly, not leaving a moment to falter between his speaking and mine.  "Tell me why you're still here."

"Because you're keeping me here," he replies, before he drinks the rest of his drink in a few swallows, and places the glass back where it was. I watch each movement, contemplating where I want to go from here. It could go two ways. Both ways, I'm afraid of for different reasons, even if they are the only answer to this.

"So if I gave you permission to just leave, right now, you would?"

A smile tugs at the sides of his mouth. "Absolutely."

Without even considering what I'm doing, I swiftly stand, pushing my chair back. He watches me, smile never ceasing, while I walk to the door and open it. My heart is beating impossibly fast as I consider what I'm doing. No, this is the only way.

"Alright then, goodbye."

T eyes me suspiciously. "This isn't a trick?"

"No. I'm saying that I know for a fact you aren't a Silent, as I heard it myself. Even if you were, and Kael was double crossing me, you didn't kill me. Perhaps it would be better if I was out of your life completely," I say nonchalantly, motioning again out the door, so he would get the hint. He stares at the open space, almost as if he can't believe it.

"You would rather Cal, than me?"

"Yes."

"Why?" he questions. Is he hesitating right now? "Is it because he kissed you?"

Instantly all the blood drains from my face, and my heart almost stops completely. He knows about that? There's not a single person around this place that I want to know about what happened. I regret it, as much as I enjoyed it. Perhaps that's why I feel so guilty and embarrassed about it. Now that T knows, I want to jump straight out his window.

"How did you know that?"

"So you're admitting it? I didn't know this, I just figured. How else did he find his way back in here?" he remarks. I close my eyes for a moment, trying not to be extremely angry. T seems to have recovered enough for me to punch him in the nose at least once. He would survive.

"I'll be speaking with Cal without your input, thank you," I say confidently, acting as if it doesn't bother me. "Now if you're going, I would do so quickly before I change my mind."

He sighs deeply, before he pulls the sheets off his legs, and gets up. I watch closely, as he gathers his clothes, not bothering to change from the ones he is currently wearing. That's all the belongings he had. I wonder if he has anywhere to go once he leaves. No, I won't ask. If he doesn't, I may feel bad, and that's the last thing I want to happen.

"You are so hospitable Faye. I will miss you dearly."

"Likewise."

Just as he was about to walk out the door, he pauses, right in front of me. We stare at each other for a few moments. I have no idea what to say, so I just admire the beauty of his complexion, before I never see it ever again.

"Faye, I just want you to remember," he breathes, before he steps out the door. "Everything happens for a reason."

***

I shouldn't have assumed I would fall asleep normally.

At some time in the depths of darkness, I awoke, my body ridged as I sit up fully. My skin erupts into chills, as I realise instantly exactly what is going on. Again, my body is no longer in my control. This time, I no longer have Ren, or even Cal around to save my life. Suddenly, I regret telling Cal to go home this afternoon.

As usual, with my feet having no further control, I slide out of bed, and walk toward my bedroom door. From there, there is no stopping the mind controlling me.

I walk for a long time, right through the middle of the forest, until my feet ache, my eyes begin to close out of fatigue. My body may be moving, but everything else is shutting down. The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was the forest around me. Everything so unfamiliar, and dark.

When I wake, my mind relaxes. It's a dream. I'm in a bed. I'm asleep.

Someone shifts beside me. I freeze.

At that moment, I realise that this isn't my ceiling, and I don't have silk sheets. Slowly, I turn my head, only to see a naked T lying next to me. He's waking gently, eyes blinking open slightly. When he turns to stare at me, a look of genuine surprise and fear consumes him.

"Faye...What are you doing here?"

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