True Love by Scarlet Vance (phonics books .TXT) 📕

her, but knew something made his daughter cry.

“Then why were you crying?” he asked.

“I saw Balamor and thought of what could of happened if you didn’t show up,” she lied.

Xensor nodded believing her, but thinking there was more to the story than that. Trixter walked to the horses.

“We should get going if we want to make it back before dawn,” Trixter announced.

“Right, I forgot my cloche,” Quinn said.

Walking over to the fire, she grabbed her cloche. Trixter wasn’t on his horse yet, but Xensor was. Quinn walked over to her horse. Then everything goes black. She woke up in Trixter’s arms.

“What happened?” she asked to her father, who was standing over her.

“You fainted. You’re lucky Trixter was there to catch you. Or you would have hit your head,” he answered.

She looked up at Trixter embarrassed. She tried to get up on her own, but fell back into Trixter's arms. Her blush deepened. Xensor and Trixter helped her to her feet.

“Maybe she should ride with me,” Trixter quickly added, “Just in case she faints again, I mean.”

“Of course. In case she faints again,” he said.

They helped Quinn onto Trixter's horse. The horse stumbled forward after Trixter jumped on his back. Quinn leaned down to pet her horse.

“You be good for him alright, Moonlight?” she mumbled under her breath to her horse.

She leaned back into Trixter's chest. In a few minutes Quinn was already asleep. Trixter had to carry her into the house Xensor was staying at.

“What’s the matter with her?” Quinn heard a woman’s sweet voice ask.

“We found her being attacked by some goons,” Xensor said to the woman, “Wysteria?”

“Yes?” she asked.

Trixter was laying Quinn on a bed. Archer was trying to help, but he grabbed Quinn’s broken wrist. He didn’t know that it was broken. So he was surprised that she screamed another ear piercing scream and started crying.

“Let go of her wrist!” Trixter and Xensor yelled at Archer.

Archer let go of her wrist. Quinn stopped screaming, but didn’t stop crying. Archer stepped back so Wysteria could examine Quinn’s wrist. Trixter took his hands out from under Quinn’s back. Everyone’s eyes widened, Quinn was bleeding. They rolled her over to see there was blood pouring out of a wound on her back. Wysteria was going to heal her back, but Trixter stopped her.

“Heal her wrist, too.”

“Alright.”

Wysteria rolled her back over while saying a small prayer.

Chapter Three

Quinn was out for a couple days. When she woke up she was in a room. She left the room and walked into the kitchen. Xensor, Wysteria and Archer were talking. They stopped as soon as they noticed Quinn.

“Quinn. I would like for you to meet Wysteria and Archer,” Xensor said with a motion of his hand.

“It’s a please to meet you at last.” Wysteria said.

“Like wise.” Quinn said with a smile. “Where are my things father?”

“They are in the stables, with your horse.”

“Thank you. If you will excuse me I have to go.”

“Will you mind if I tell Trixter you are awake? He wouldn’t leave your side ‘til I told him to get you more water a few minutes ago.”

“No that’s fine father.” Quinn said as she walked out the door.

She found the stables easily. She got her comb out of her bag, combed through her hair, and put it back in her bag. She turned around to find Trixter behind her. He walked over to her slowly.

“When did you wake up?”

“A few minutes ago. Why?”

“You could have waited for me.”

“And look like a mess in front of you?”

“I don’t care how you look as long as I’m with you. That’s what really matters to me.” He said as he pulled her lips to his.

They kissed for a few seconds. Then Quinn was pushed into the wall of a stable. Quinn pulled Trixter down into the hay with her. Trixter was on top of her. They started to take each other’s clothes off when they heard Xensor coming.

“Let me up,” Quinn whispered.

“Why?” Trixter whispered back.

“’Cause if my father finds us in here like this, he will kill you. So let me up.”

Trixter rolled off her with no arguments. She got up, fixed her shirt, and grabbed her comb from her bag. She tried to get as much hay out of her hair as possible. Xensor walked up behind her and grabbed a piece of hay out of her hair.

“Why do you have hay in your hair?” he asked.

“I fell into the hay by accident.” She lied.

“Oh. Well, are you almost done and have you seen Trixter?” he asked again.

“No, I haven’t seen Trixter and I’m going to put my hair up. So I’ll be in the house in a few minutes.” She lied again.

“Okay. I’ll start cooking your breakfast for you.” Xensor said as he started away.

Quinn stood there ‘til Xensor was out of sight. She walked into the stall she left Trixter in. he was laying on his back, in the hay, with his eyes closed. She walked over to him and lay on his chest.

“Are you sleeping on me?” she asked.

“No, just waiting.”

He grabbed her chin and pulled her up to his lips. They started where they left off. Quinn fell asleep and Trixter didn’t want to wake her, but he had too. He got up and started to get dressed. When he got up, it woke Quinn up.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to eat breakfast.”

“Crap! I have to put my hair up.”

“You can say that your hair wasn’t working with you. Come on get dressed.”

“Fine, but I want to stay with you in here.”

“I know,” he said as he pulled Quinn to her feet and kissed her.

Trixter went into the house first. Then Quinn walked in the house. Wysteria’s eyes widened and Xensor’s eyes were suspicious. Archer was talking to Trixter in the backyard. Quinn’s eyes widened as Wysteria started to walk toward her.

“What’s going on?” Quinn demanded to them.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me what’s going on Quintessa?” Her father never used her full first name.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. Why does Trixter have scratches all over his arms and you have a bruise on your neck?” he pointed out.

Xensor was going to grab her arm, but she ran outside. She ran to Trixter and hugged him. He hugged her back and kissed the top of her head. Quinn looked up at Trixter and kissed him. Xensor ran over to where they were standing and pulled them away from each other.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Xensor yelled at Trixter.

“Stop yelling at him!” Quinn yelled back at her father. “I love him!”

“And I love her.” Trixter said calmly to Quinn's father.

Xensor was in front of Quinn. She moved around him and ran to Trixter. He opened his arms and she ran into them. Xensor started for them, but Wysteria grabbed his arm.

“Xensor remember what Angeline’s father did to you two. Don’t be like him. I don’t like what they did either, but I have to live with it,” Wysteria said to Xensor.

“Fine. Quinn if you’re not pregnant then I will forgive Trixter.”

“What if I am? What are you going to do then?”

“I will decide that if you are!”

Wysteria walked over to Quinn. Quinn looked up at Trixter who was smiling at her. Quinn looked back at Wysteria with fear in her eyes. Wysteria put her hand on Quinn’s stomach and closed her eyes. When Wysteria opened her eyes, tears filled them. She spun around to face Xensor.

“She’s not pregnant,” she said as she hugged Xensor.

“Thank you Quint.” Quinn heard Archer mumble under his breath.

Quinn looked up at Trixter. He was still smiling at her. She stood on her toes and kissed him. She was happy she wasn’t pregnant and that her father wasn’t going to mention this to her mother. She was sad because they had to promise not to do it again.

Chapter Four

“I’m going back to Redcap,” Quinn mentioned at supper a few days later.

“Why, Quinn?” they all asked at the same time.

“’Cause Frista is probably worried sick about me.”

“Can’t you stay a little longer?” Wysteria asked.

“No. I will met you at the cross roads,” Quinn said looking at Xensor.

“Okay. When are you leaving?” Xensor asked.

“I’m going to leave at dawn. So I’m going to turn in early.”

“Okay. ‘Night Quinn.”

“’Night Quinn.” Wysteria and Archer said at once.

Trixter got up with Quinn and he put their dishes in the sink. Quinn waited for him by the stairs. They walked up the stairs with their hands intertwined. When they got into their bedroom, Quinn started to change. Trixter walked over to her. He stroked her arms and kissed her neck.

“No! We promised,” she said with approval in her voice. He didn’t stop kissing her.

“I don’t care. I’m not going to see you in a while,” he states when he caught his breath.

He started to kiss her again. She spun around and pulled him into herself. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He lay her down on the bed. She took his shirt off while he finished taking her dress off of her. He stumbled to his feet and she undid his pants. He slid them off then went back to kissing Quinn. She pulled him down onto her. He wrapped her leg around his waist and she giggled at the improvement of his love making. He kissed her rapidly. She let out a gasp -- it wasn’t a shocked gasp -- it was a relieved gasp. He moved his hands under her and pulled her up into his chest even more. He laid her back on the bed. She looked at him. He had sweat beads rolling down the side of his face.

She rolled him onto his back and took the lead. She pushed her body into his. She kissed his neck and made her way down to his chest. He was shocked by her boldness. He pulled her back up and kissed her with more ferocity than before. He rolled back onto her and took the lead again. He kissed her with the same ferocity a second ago. He kissed her neck and moved to her collarbone and back. She took a big breath and kissed him with the same ferocity.

~♥~

They were both tired after that. Trixter lay on the bed with his arms behind his head. Quinn laid on Trixter with a huge smile on her face. She started to kiss his chest agian.

“What’s the matter with you?” he asked.

“I was thinking. Maybe you can come with me and we can