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black mark was put to it when she was striped. Once Mel gives her part of the ritual, the black mark will disappear with her reinstatement. The second mark is of her fae heritage and her lineage. It signifies that she is a warrior fae. Her family has been fighting and protecting the Brianal Court since magic was first used. The last is a surprise. I don’t think I’ve seen this mark since…well, I actually don’t remember when. This is the mark of the Black Knights.”

    ~Chapter 4~

    Tess walked toward the bar. She tended there three nights a week for the extra cash. The place was in a horrible location, but the owner was a good friend and she liked helping him out.
    Her belly was still tender. She knew that it was not really healed, but it had to do for now.
    She thought of the man who had healed her and then of the kiss.
    Her body shuddered at the thought of the way his mouth fit over hers, the way his tongue slid along hers. Heat from him still warmed her, made her feel things she had not felt in centuries.
    Opening the door to the bar, she stood until her eyes adjusted to the sudden darkness. This was by far the weirdest place she had ever worked.
    There were the usual mixed drinks and beers on tap. The bar did not own a blender, so fruity drinks and daiquiris were not on the menu. The long bar had some stools, but mostly it catered to the people who stood near it. It was not a place with a lot of ambience; they served liquor.
    “'Bout time, bitch. I told you to be here three minutes ago. You know how much I hate to be put off.”
    “Fuck off, you old fairy. I’ll be here when you see me fucking walk in the door and not a minute before.”
    When Roger Clement scooped her up into a big bear hug, she squealed. This was a greeting that they had been doing since they met some two hundred years ago.
    Roger was fae, not a warrior fae like her, but the normal, run of the mill type—if they tended to run near the three hundred pound area and were almost eight feet tall, that is. They had met when she was just a trainee in her father’s troop.
    Roger, thank goodness, had found her just after she had been told that her family was dead fifteen years ago and she had been a little out of her mind with grief. He and his family had been looking for her for several days, having just found out about the murders themselves.
    Her rage was palatable and Roger had let her beat on him until she fell over from
    exhaustion. They had both taken and given a few punches before it was over. Then he had picked her up, gave her a good shake, and took her to his home to heal. It was there that she met Athropos, Clothos, and Lachesis; the Sisters Three, or the Fates.
    When she had awakened they were in her room talking about her. And Roger was lying on
    the bed with her.
    When she turned to glare at him he just grinned and ran his finger down her arm. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, warrior. You are not my type and you well know it. I prefer my lovers to have much more equipment below the waist than you currently have. And the more, the better, if you know what I mean.” He wiggled his brows at her and she could not help but laugh.
    “Good. You’re awake.” One of them, Clothos Tess found out later, said as she sat on the bed too. “How are you feeling? Better, I hope. We’re sorry about your loss. We loved your family very much. We’re the Fates, Tess, and have a need for your services. You will begin working for us as soon as we can get a blade made for your size. I’ve never met a woman who was your height before. Anyway, when the blades are done, we’ll begin your training.”
    “No. I don’t want to work for any more otherworldly beings. But thanks for asking. Wait, you didn’t, so never mind. I appreciate you taking me in, fae, but I have to get going. My grandmothers will need me.”
    “Your paternal family dying was a necessity, Tess. Their deaths will be avenged, I promise.
    You’re going to get through this,