Author’s Note: I couldn’t resist doing one last story for Didi Oviatt’s October WIP Challenge. Especially since this was the character I automatically thought about when I read what the October Challenge was. I just couldn’t figure out the right way to go about bewitching him. Well! I finally figured it out. So, here it is!
Mark Caten picked up his magenta and gold coffee cup and inhaled the scent of pumpkin spice. “Mmm. Divine.” He took a sip. “Simply divine. But what more can be expected for someone like me? I deserve all of the best things in life, because I am the best thing in life. I am not godly. I am not god-like. I am a god.”
Preyuna heroically resisted the urge to turn him into a pumpkin and throw him out the highest window in the mansion. “Of course.”
He looked up at her. “That was a very sarcastic tone. You know how I feel about sarcasm, my little cottage flour cupcake.”
“Of course, I do. Mark. We need to discuss this. We need to—-”
“Ohhhh…” He rolled his head back. “Please not this old drudgery again. Do be a good little thing and—-”
“Mark! I want to go back to my—-”
“Yes, yes. I’ve heard this song 3,000 times by now and there is nothing catchy about it. You want to abandon me and my glorious love. I can’t imagine why.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Give me a minute and I could list all of the reasons.”
“Tsk! There you go again with that mean-spirited sarcasm. You know I don’t like that.”
“I don’t care. I want to go home. I have been here more than long enough. I have paid off my people’s debt to you. I deserve—”
He stood. “You deserve a good slap across the face for talking that way to me.”
Her eyes turned white. “If you touch me—-”
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Oh, my dear seedy cupcake. You know what will happen if you hurt me. You’ll be stuck here for the rest of your days. And, from what I’ve heard, fey live a terribly long time.”
Her eyes returned to normal. “Then, I won’t hurt you.”
“Very wise choice,”
“I want to hurt you. I want to kill you, but I won’t. I’ll do something so much worse to you.”
“Hahahaha! Let me guess.” He tapped his lips with his index finger. “Oh! I got it! You’re going to talk nonstop about how much you miss your sociopathic cult club and all of that droning blather will put me into this narcoleptic sleep pattern and—”
“No.” She smiled and it was far from a pleasant sight. “I will do something so much worse to you.”
He shrugged. “I can’t imagine what would be worse than that.”
“I can.” She whispered into her hands and pushed her magic at him.
It hit him like a physical blow, pushing him to the marble wall behind him. “How DARE you!”
“Easily.” She whispered into her hands and pushed her magic at him again.
He promptly blacked out.
Mark Caten woke to a boiling bad headache and an uncertain feeling in his chest. He wobbled up into a sit and rubbed the back of his head. “What the—”
“Good. You’re finally conscious.”
He raised his head and gaped.
A beautiful woman with maroon and silver streaked hair stood on the other side of his desk. Her hair was down. Her floor-length dress glittered with sequins and diamonds.
He scrambled up to his feet. “Uhh. I. I…Uhhh?”
She smiled and it was like God’s joy.
“Hello, Mark Caten.”
“You’re so beautiful.”
She flipped her hair over her shoulders. “What would you expect from a fey queen?”
“What…” He went to sit in his seat and missed it by twelve miles. He landed hard on his backside.
She sauntered around the desk.
So elegant. So poised. So regal.
He couldn’t help but stare.
Preyuna did not offer to help him up. Nor did she descend to his level. She stood with all of the dignity she possessed.
“What do you want from me? Say the word and it will be yours.”
She didn’t hesitate. “Set me and my fellow fey free. Let us go back home, Mark, with no stipulations, with no red tape, and with no further negotiations.”
He stood. “Give me one kiss and you will have all that you desire.”
She came closer to him. “Just one kiss and nothing more?”
She kissed him and his heart soared.
He slipped his hands under her hair, on her face. He kissed her again and again.
She backed away from him, breathless.
What is this?
What am I feeling?
What is the word for it?
“Are you still going to leave me, Queen Preyuna?”
She took another step back. “I don’t know.”