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The verbal mention of the Dark Court was enough to pull the faerie’s infatuated mind from the lakeside fantasy. It was the wolf that warned her about the whiskey earlier, and he was talking about [i]her[/i] - saying that she had ‘fleeting emotions’, as if he knew her personally or something. Who did he think he was?! And then he’d really done it, he mentioned the possibility of her ascending the throne and being Moriganne’s kin. Kiara squeezed Morgan’s hand angrily and her cherry-colored hair floated off of her shoulders because the waves of emotional magic pulsating through her. It seemed as though whatever potion was used on her earlier was beginning to wear off. Hopefully, for the party-goers’ sakes, it wasn’t wearing off [i]too[/i]  much.

Suleykaar responded to the lycan promptly, and the proximity of his voice startled the dark faerie. Since when was he standing this close to her? His body language radiated possessive masculinity and Kiki wasn’t sure if that made her want to spit at his feet or take her clothes off. A little bit of both, if she was being honest with herself. The dragon’s attention shifted from Niall to Morgan. His words were cruel and rude. Cruel was something the dark court supported and even reveled in, but rudeness was not tolerated by any faerie. That, and the fact that he thought himself worthy to block their exit... Honestly, what was with the rampant arrogance tonight?

[color=darkred]“Kiara”[/color] The dragon addressed her more softly then he had the others. The narrowing of her eyes showed that she was having none of his shit. He didn’t even attempt to follow it up with the actual apology, to which she was [i]owed[/i]. Suley declared his ‘innocence’ and attempted to remove blame from his name about the events that had unfolded earlier. He even “allowed” Morgan a chance to speak, as if he was in some way his superior. Kiara was practically vibrating with the hot-headed need to speak her mind and smack that smug smile from his lips. [color=8493ca][i]“Just like your mother…”[/i][/color]  her father would say.

Still holding Kiara’s hand, Morgan gathered the courage to speak. His words were calm, steady, and surprisingly relaxed. While Morgan reflected the the calm tranquility of his element, Kiki resembled the devastating volcanos and quakes of hers. Perhaps that’s why they were falling for each other in a way that the dragon couldn’t hope to compete - earth and water function best together. 

When it was finally Kiara's turn to talk, she couldn’t have been any more ready. The faerie stepped away from Morgan slightly in a direct challenge to the dragon. At 6’5”, he stood over a foot taller than the petite faerie, so, to the outsider, jabbing her bony index finger into his chest would seem quite comical. For everyone in the room, however, her Unseelie aura was overwhelming.

Imagine that feeling you get when you are completely alone. When it’s so dark that you feel like you’ll never see the light again. And you hear a noise under your bed, a bump in the night… and you know you’re not [i]really[/i]  alone. You feel a breath at the back of your neck and it makes you hair stand on end. You want to scream, but when you try to, you realize you’re suffocating. You try to run, but your arms and legs are shackled down, and you just know… [i]you’re going to die[/i].

Yeah, that’s the feeling. True, deep, fear. That is how any Unseelie faerie can make you feel at the drop of a hat. They aren’t called the Nightmare Court without reason, fear is their strongest weapon; It is why mortals who enter their court seldom leave with their sanity intact. So, yes, while a 5’2” pixie of a girl challenging a towering male might look silly, you’d have to be dumb, deaf, and blind to not feel at least the slightest bit intimidated. And all of this was because Suleykaar had [i]dared[/i]  to block her path. Kiara had had enough of his rudeness tonight to last a whole lifetime - and faeries lived for a very [b]long[/b] time. 

[color=red]”Who do you think you are? More so, what do you think I am to [i]you[/i]?”[/color] Kiki studied his face for any sign of response. [color=red]”Your treasure?”[/color] she guessed before dissolving into an eerie and insane fit of laughter. She caught her breath before attempting to speak again.[color=red]”Hear me: I will [i]never[/i]  be anyone’s possession, let alone that of a dragon who can’t keep his treasure safe from his own [i]brother[/i].”[/color]  Her words were calculated and intentionally venomous. [color=red]”Now, you will step aside and watch as Morgan and I leave.”[/color] Kiara demanded. An idea struck her and a devilish grin appeared on her face. [color=red]”Unless, of course, you wish to make up for your transgressions by joining us. Show me a good enough time, and I just might forgive you. Maybe….”[/color] the last word was little more than a breathy whisper as the finger against his chest flattened into a palm that pushed him aside. Feeling confident, victorious, and all the more eager to get out of there and put this energy into better use, Kiara lead Morgan out the front door by his hand.