My name is Trinity Liathain, typical human teenager to many. But reality is I’m a young fae, split between two very
different worlds. Just as I find a guy who I can be myself with, my little corner of Blue Cove erupts in drama I’m not
prepared for. The gauntlet to a war that shouldn't be mine is at my door, bringing creatures that terrify and mesmerize
me. I’m visited by ancient forces who for some reason, think I’m the answer to another dimension’s problems. They
grant me tremendous power to protect myself. From what, you ask? If my short journey through life has taught me
anything, it’s that the people closest to you, make the worst enemies.
“You used me as bait?” I asked a little too loudly.
“It was necessary. If a goblin prince can’t keep you safe, I’m not worthy to be on the throne.”
Mr. Conevetti convulsed. The room filled with rhythmic clicks. The teacher’s foot extended from his desk. His sock
moved, and a cockroach wiggled out of the material, falling to the ground. The antenna waved, paused, and then
pointed in my direction.
A quiet whistle no cockroach on Earth could make was answered by a thousand more. A new understanding of the
movement and sound from the other side of the desk terrified me. Tiny black shadows danced from under the desk. I
didn’t need the visual to understand.
Growing up on a ranch, surrounded by the forest, I was used to bugs. They didn’t freak me out, provided they stayed
in natural numbers. But this was just too out there for me.
A feather-soft sensation grazed my hand. A long, deep breath didn’t fortify me when I craned my neck. I tore my hand
A tarantula the size of a football crawled over my book, clear liquid dripping from its oversized fangs. Where the venom
touched, chunks of my book disintegrated.
The chair careened behind me as I jumped to my feet. Adrian’s growl shook the windows, the only warning of my
stupid mistake. He reached for me too late. Mr. Conevetti’s stick arm shot around my waist and dragged me over the
“You can’t ssstop me.” His mechanical screech resonated through my eardrums. “He wantsss her.”
I choked back a scream as he gave up his glamour, re-vealing a horrific face caught between an alien and an ant. I
flailed, punching him in the neck, shoulder—anything my fist blindly reached. His rock hard exoskeleton prevented his
injury. Cuts broke out over my knuckles.
“Put her down,” Adrian snapped, every pound the goblin royal.
“Trinity…” My name coming from those pincers serving for a mouth was the single most horrible thing I’d ever heard.
He hissed at Adrian, who circled us.
I was not, nor ever would I be a damsel in distress, waiting for her prince to save her. Not in this lifetime, or the next. I
sought any kink in his armor. I elbowed the bug man in the face, gritting my teeth as his pincers sliced into my flesh.
He released me with a surprised squeal. I landed wrong on my feet. My knees ached, but I ran. My momentum
propelled me toward the terminals. I jumped, my foot landing on the chair. I was airborne, flying over the grotesque
spider and the computers, thrashing awkwardly on my descent. The back of my head slammed against the opposite
terminal, changing my trajectory. I hit the floor, twisting my ankle. The shock of pain on top of everything else forced a
gasp from me.
The spider dropped, scuttling across the floor.
“You all right?” Adrian yelled. Under the row of desks, only legs were visible—a pair of jean-clad ending in thick biker
boots, and two sticks in loafers.
“I’m good!” I lied through my teeth.
The spider scurried closer. I ripped a keyboard out of its USB port, wielding it as a weapon. The thing paused.
“Come on. I don’t have all day.”
It jerked as if it understood. It crept around me, I sup-pose seeking a weak spot. It lunged, and I swung. I hit the
rounded, furry body across the room like a baseball. It hit the window with a sickening thump and didn’t move again.
The acidic poison from its fangs ate through the glass in a watery line. The rancid smell intensified.
I peeked over the walls of the desk. Adrian darted and weaved, the skill of a fighter shocking me. Sure, every now and
then a guy might scrap, but this was taking it to another level. Mr. Conevetti wasn’t fast enough for him.
They danced around each other in a primal, masculine array. Adrian bared his teeth. “Trinity, for the love of the
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