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Pretty Little Liar - 2

I know I said to be on the look out for chapter two next Friday, but I have 0 self control. Also, this week I turn in my English final so hopefully I will have some time to post a couple of drabble requests from my inbox in the next week. How do you all feel about some Tarquin content? ;) Anyway, here is Pretty Little Liar Chapter 2!

Summary: When you and Feyre find yourselves prisoners in the Spring Court you readily accept the challenge of distracting Lucien while she works to bring the court down around Tamlin. Falling in love with your mate was never your intention.

Chapter 1

Your arrival at the Spring Court was met with more smiles than you would have expected. Though you supposed that had more to do with their relief at seeing Feyre alive and well than the appearance of one of her Night Court captors.

A maid named Alis showed the two of you to your rooms. They were side by side and across the hall of Lucien's room. As soon as you were left alone, Feyre turned to you.

"Please don't leave me alone in this room." She grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to her. "I'm sorry to ask this of you, but please stay in here with me at night. I don't think he'd try to force himself on me, but I'd feel more comfortable if he knew I wasn't alone at night."

You took her second, still gloved, hand in yours and squeezed them both. "Of course, I'll stay with you." You took a shaky breath, "to be honest, I don't want to be alone either."

"There is one more thing," Feyre stepped back from you and removed her glove. You gasped, seeing the intricate tattoo on her now uncovered hand.

"You and Rhys?" you whispered, "Did you?"

She shook her head, "We aren't married. Last night, we snuck out to see a Priestess, and he swore me in," her voice dropped even lower, "as High Lady of the Night Court."

Your eyes went wide, and you immediately dropped to one knee. "It's an honor to serve you, My Lady."

She knelt beside you. "There is no reason to do that. I don't need you to serve me. I need you here as my friend." She pulled you into a hug. "I just needed you to know that I will fight for us. We will make it home; I promise you that."

"I'll help any way I can," you assure her. You watched as she glamoured her hand, and your High Lady's tattoo disappeared.

The two of you were readying for bed when a sharp knock on the door caught your attention. You remained sitting on the bed as Feyre answered the door. Neither of you were surprised to see Tamlin on the other side.

"How are you settling in?" he was speaking to Feyre but eyeing you warily from the doorway.

"We are well, Thank you." she replied, gesturing to you, "We were just about to go to sleep."

"Together?" his forehead scrunched, and he pressed his lips in a tight line. "You've been provided with separate rooms."

"I know," she replied airily, "I asked her to stay with me. She's nervous about her new surroundings, and I'd like her close in case I have a nightmare."

He paled slightly at the reminder of her fitful sleeping in the months following what happened under the mountain.

"Very well then," he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Good night, ladies. May you have sweet dreams, Feyre."

You could barely repress the roll of your eyes until he had left and closed the door behind him.

The following week was filled with tense moments where Tamlin would try to get Feyre to spend time alone with him, and you'd be there following her like a lost puppy. Each time he let out a frustrated sigh and glared at you, it became harder and harder to suppress your smile.

When Tamlin wasn't near the two of you, Lucien was. Though he never made any attempts to separate the two of you. He was much more content watching from close by with a guarded stare. If anyone were going to cause an issue with your plans to escape, it'd be him.

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You felt the telltale caress against your shield as you silently lay in bed facing your friend.

"I have a plan, but I need your help," even in your mind her voice was just a whisper.

"Anything," your swift reply brought a smile to her lips.

"If we are going to destroy the court from within, we must divide them. I know how to provoke Tamlin, but I need your help with Lucien. He'll be eager to get to know you better. Just distract him while I start moving pieces into place."

You scrunched up your nose. "I know I said anything, but are you sure that's the only thing you can have me do?"

Her answering smile was apologetic. "He's already suspicious of me, but if you can use the bond to get closer to him, perhaps it'll be enough of a distraction, and we can return home sooner. Who knows, you may even enjoy the attention."

Her waggling eyebrows cause you to gag, and the two of you soon giggle.

Feyre was fast asleep an hour later, and you lay awake thinking over what she asked of you. Sure, Lucien was handsome enough, but could you spend so much time in his presence without giving away your contempt toward him? Also, given your last interaction, how would you make the ruse believable enough that he genuinely believes you're interested in pursuing the bond? Sighing, you quietly slide out of Feyre's bed and reach the door. On your way to the kitchen to find a late-night snack, you briefly stop by the closed door to Tamlin's study when you hear two male voices on the other side.

"All I want to know, Tamlin, is why you didn't ask me?" You could hear the frustration in Lucien's voice.

"I thought you would be thankful that I was thoughtful enough to retrieve your mate. Now you have a proper chance to claim her." "Thankful?" Lucien's low growl surprised you. "You think I should be thankful that you took my mate from her home and forced her to come here against her will? How am I supposed to pursue her, knowing she'd rather put a dagger in my back than look at me? Honestly, Tamlin, are you so naive that you can't see they are up to something? Do you trust Feyre?"

Tamlin snarled, and something heavy hit the other side of the door. "DO NOT talk about Feyre that way. I don't blame you if you don't trust your mate, but Feyre was under his control. She didn't know what she was doing. She's home now, and I will keep her safe." There was a pause before Tamlin spoke again. "I need you to keep an eye on your mate, Lucien. I need you to watch to make sure she doesn't cause any trouble, but more importantly, I need you to keep her away from Feyre as often as you can so I can remind her how good her life was with me. After the stunt they pulled, insisting they share Feyre's bed, and they have spent every moment together this week, I'm worried she will try to influence her against me."

You didn't wait to hear Lucien's answer as you continued toward the kitchen. You smirked as you thought back over what Tamlin had said. If he was so upset about Feyre using you as an excuse to keep him from her bed, your plans were already falling into place, and his order to Lucien would only make things that much easier.

—----------------- The sound of the kitchen door opening startled you as you looked up from your cup of tea. You relaxed slightly, noting the telltale red hair of Lucien entering the room.

Seeing you there, he paused for the doorway for several tense seconds before moving into the room to make a cup for himself. "Mind if I join you?" his voice was barely above a whisper, but it shattered the tense quiet between you.

"Not at all," you mumbled, gesturing toward the seat directly across you.

He sat lost in his thoughts for several minutes before he again spoke. "Do you- or- rather, are you seeing anyone currently?"

You sighed and bit your lip before looking up at him. "Does it matter if I were?"

"Of course it does!" he looked appalled at your accusation. "Think what you want of me, but I never intended this to happen. I had hoped I'd be able to approach you once everything with Hybern was sorted out." Lucien lowered his head and added, "I'd hoped you'd allow me to court you properly."

He was visibly shaking, and before you registered the action, you reached across the table and put a steadying hand on his. He stilled immediately.

"While I have had my share of lovers," you raised an eyebrow at the low growl that rumbled in his chest but bit back a laugh at the sheepish dip of his head. "As I was saying, I have been with lovers, but nothing remotely consistent or resembling a relationship in many, many years."

He hummed in response as he took another drink of his tea. "What about you, Lucien Vanserra?" you gave him a smile that you hoped came across as flirtatious. "I have heard many things about you and your reputation. There are rumors that you have left a trail of broken hearts through several of the courts."

He laughed, "In my younger years, perhaps, but nothing recently. Nothing outside of Calanmai, that is."

"Oh," your traitorous heart sank. The holiday had occurred only a week after the snapping of your bond. You knew nothing would come from your bond, but it hurt more than you would have guessed to know that he had taken another female to bed so soon after learning of you.

Sensing your discomfort, he reached across the table and gave your hand a slight squeeze. "It wasn't my choice." His voice cracked, "Tamlin refused, but the ceremony had to be done. I didn't want to and didn't want her." Lucien shook his head, "But I did my duty, and unfortunately, the Priestess ensured she was at the right place at the right time."

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "That must have been truly terrible." He swallowed hard and looked away. When the silence stretched between you this time, it was much more companionable. "I think I am going to try to get some sleep." you pull your hand back from where he had still been holding yours, "Would you like to escort me?"

"Of course," he smiled gently.

When you reached Feyre's bedroom door, you turned toward him. "Thank you, Lucien."

His hand grabbing yours caused you to turn back towards me, "Can I show you around the grounds tomorrow after breakfast?"

You look away, biting your lip before looking back at him through your lashes. "That sounds lovely."

He grinned at you before making a show of bowing and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. "Until the morning then, my lady."

—------------------- You were the last to enter the dining room for breakfast the following day, and it seemed as if you had walked in on a strained conversation. "All I'm saying is perhaps we should hear her out, Feyre." The High Lord's knuckles were white as he gripped the arms of his chair.

Feyre looked livid but snapped her mouth shut. "Fine," she said, "I will hear her out."

Tamlin nodded to a sentry at the door, and they swiftly left. Feyre's tension seemed to ease slightly when you took the seat next to her, and she raised an eyebrow when you shyly smiled at Lucien across the table.

"Good Morning, my lady." he breathed, "I hope you slept well."

"Good Morning, Lucien," you greeted back as you began to load your plate. "I slept well enough. Though, it would have been more restful had my Dear Feyre stayed on her side of the bed."

You smiled at your friend as she stuck her tongue out and poked you in the ribs. From the head of the table, Tamlin cleared his throat. "Well, if she's impacting your sleep, perhaps you could begin sleeping in your bed."

You turned to look the High Lord directly in his eyes, "I'm afraid MY bed is clear on the other side of Prythian, so I suppose I will deal with Feyre and her spooning tendencies." You smile sweetly as he growls, and you watch claws extend from his knuckles and sink into the wood of his chair.

You were saved from his response as a blonde high fae in blue priestess robes breezed into the room.

Your eyes narrowed as she moved to stand behind Lucien. He flinched when she rested a hand on his shoulder. You could not stop the snarl you let loose, not only because of the possessive gesture but also because she was dismissing his discomfort.

She turned to you and raised a brow. "Oh, how sweet? Are you Lucien's mate?" Her tone made it clear she thought it was anything but sweet. "You are a fortunate female." She leaned forward and added, "It's true what they say about Autumn males and the fire in their blood making them wonderful lovers."

You stood so abruptly your chair clattered to the ground behind you. The only thing that kept you from leaping across the table at the priestess was Feyre's grip on your hand.

"Lucien," Tamlin's booming voice startled you, but you glared at Ianthe. "Get her out of here."

Lucien shook Ianthe's hand from his shoulder and was around the table and at your side in seconds. He gently gripped your elbow as he pulled from the room toward the kitchens.

You wouldn't look at him, and neither spoke as he loaded food and a bottle of wine into a bag. Once finished, he hesitantly took your hand and led you out the back door.

"Where are you taking me?" you finally asked as the two of you approached the stable.

"I thought we might go for a ride so that you can see more of the grounds." He led you further into the stables and started readying a horse.

You chewed on your bottom lip as you watched him. "Something wrong?" he asked when you noticed you were watching him.

"I don't have much riding experience," you mumbled.

"Oh," he ran a hand through his red hair. "Well, we can share a horse. That's no trouble at all." He turned back to continue readying the horse, but you swore you saw him smirking at the pink tinge on your cheeks.

Once the horse was ready, he helped you up before climbing on and settling behind you. You tensed when he wrapped his arms around you to grab the reins. Your attempt to touch as little of him as possible left you in an unnatural and uncomfortable position. You rode silently for nearly 15 minutes when he stopped and dismounted before turning to help you down from the horse.

"Wait here," he handed you the horse's reins before taking his pack from the saddle and disappearing between the trees. "Can you tie the horse up here for me, please?"

When he returns, he is without the pack, and you have just finished securing the horse.

"Do you trust me?" Lucien asked while offering a hand to you.

"Not even a little," you fight back a laugh as you put your hand in his. He only chuckled in response.

"Close your eyes," he began to lead you through the trees, "I have a surprise for you."

You complied, though the lack of sight caused you to stumble more than once. When the ground evened out, he moved to stand behind you. A tremor ran down your spine when you could feel his breath on your ear.

"Open your eyes," he whispered.

The sight before you caused you to gasp. Lucien had brought you to a small clearing in the forest. He had laid out a blanket, and on it was the bottle of wine and food selection. Beside the blanket was a pool of the most transparent water you had ever seen. The sunlight appeared to dance on the sparkling surface.

He led you to the blanket, and once you were settled, he offered you a glass of wine. Accepting it gratefully, you took several sips before setting it aside. Your stomach rumbled.

"Food was a good choice," you break off a piece of bread. "I'm sorry about interrupting your breakfast."

"There is no reason to apologize. She was goading you, and honestly, I'd rather not have been in the room for their conversation anyway. Besides," he raised an eyebrow at you, "I must admit your very vocal response to another female's hands on me was interesting."

You turn away to hide your blush. "I can't believe you put this together for me."

He gave you a roguish grin, "This is the least of what I can do for you, My Lady."

You threw your head back in laughter. "You, Lucien Vanserra, may be the most dangerous male I have ever met."

"And why is that?" his grin never faltered.

"Because I can see how you got that reputation. You must be a very easy male to fall for." You reach across the blanket to grab a couple of grapes before popping one in your mouth.

His eyes softened as he leaned back on the blanket, "I have no intentions of breaking your heart."

You look down at your hands to avoid his penetrative gaze, "Perhaps it'll be me who breaks your heart." Your voice is barely above a whisper.

His warm hand lifts your face to look back at him before he moves his hand to cup your jaw.

"Perhaps it'll be worth the heartbreak," he whispered back as he began to lean in.

Your eyes flutter shut briefly before you quickly throw a grape into the air and try to catch it, putting more space between you. Thankfully, the two of you laugh when it hits you directly in the forehead instead. Lucien grabs a grape himself, and you playfully shove him when he catches his on the first try and winks at you.

The two of you spend the next hour laughing together as you get to know one another and enjoy your small feast. When the food is gone, you find yourselves lying on the blanket, passing the wine bottle back and forth, glasses long forgotten.

"So," you ask, propping yourself up on an unsteady arm, "Is this how you spend your time in the Spring Court then? Laying the grass, cloud gazing, and getting respectable ladies drunk?" He turned to you and gave you a breathtaking smile. "No, I very rarely have such enchanting company. How did you spend your time in the Night Court?"

Your smile faltered, "Lately? All of our time has been preparing for a war that I'm not certain I will have the capability of being on the right side of."

Pain flashed in his eyes, "I'm sorry. I know I've already told you I didn't intend this to happen. While I'll admit a selfish part of me is grateful for the time to get to know you, I would return you to your home in a heartbeat if I could."

You weren't sure why, but something about the sincerity in his voice caused your heart to ache.

The lazy ride back to the manor was much more comfortable than the ride there. Instead of shying away from Lucien, you lean back into him. The position allowed him to grip you closer to himself while holding the reins with one hand. You arrived back quicker than you'd have liked, and seeing Feyre waiting by the stables, a knowing look in her eye, had guilt clawing at you.

That night, you lay in bed thinking about your time with Lucien and couldn't help the spiraling guilt because, for a moment, you forgot that you were supposed to be pretending to like him. As you drifted off, the words you said to him kept repeating in your head.

You must be a very easy male to fall for. Perhaps it'll be me who breaks your heart.

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Pretty Little Liar- 1

Ok, ok, ok. I *Finally* revised the first chapter of Pretty Little Liar and I'm reposting it. The story is pretty much the same but it's easier to read. Hope ya'll like it <3 Be on the look out for chapter 2 next Friday. Summary : When you and Feyre find yourselves prisoners in the Spring Court you readily accept the challenge of distracting Lucien while she works to bring the court down around Tamlin. Falling in love with your mate was never your intention.

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"Feyre."

The sound of a male voice in the clearing ahead gave you pause. There shouldn't be anyone else in this forest. No one should know the three of you were there. Moving forward, you stopped just inside the tree line, able to see the five males standing before your friend.

"We have been hunting for you for over two months," the red-headed male in the front breathed before surveying his surroundings. You immediately stepped back when his bizarre metal eye moved in your direction.

The sound of the stick-breaking beneath your weight caused the sentries flanking him to all turn in your direction, hands moving toward the blades at their sides. Taking a steadying breath, you moved into the clearing yourself.

Feyre took the distraction you provided as a chance to put more space between her and the males.

"How did you find me?" She finally asked when she was within arms reach of you.

"We were tipped off that you were in the area; luckily, we found your scent." His gaze slid to you warily before he held his hand to Feyre and stepped forward, "We need to get out of here. Tamlin-"

You couldn't hold back the snarl at the mention of the Spring Court High Lord. You had been with Mor when she rescued Feyre. You had seen what he had done, what he had let happen to the female who was now closer to you than your sister. Her hand found yours, and she squeezed it before; she drew her bow and notched an arrow in a fluid movement.

"He locked me up, Lucien." She lifted the bow and pointed it in his direction. You monitored the sentries behind him as they all hesitantly moved toward their weapons.

"Please, Feyre," his eyes widened as he pleaded, "Come home." He took another tentative step. In response, Feyre pulled her bowstring taut.

"That's not her home," the malice in your voice almost made you cringe. It reminded you entirely too much of the females you had encountered in the court of nightmares. Though you supposed that served the intended purpose. "That place was nothing but a prison for her." When his gaze slid back to you, you were sure the glare you leveled him matched your voice. If the way he stumbled back was any indication. "If she wanted to be in Spring, she would be. Unlike you, we believe in the importance of personal freedom."

The sound of more footsteps approaching provided the distraction Lucien had been looking for as he lunged for Feyre. He was fast, but you were faster. Throwing yourself in his path, you collided with his hard chest as you both tumbled to the ground.

A moment later, you found yourself on top of him. Your eyes met as you both fought to catch your breath. Then you felt it—the pull in your chest and the snap of the mating bond. Time seemed to stop as you looked into his eyes. It wasn't until he brought a tentative hand up to brush your hair from your face that you came to your senses.

In a second, you threw yourself back from the male beneath you. He was dazed as he sat up and stared at you.

"You're my mate," he whispered as his hand went to the place in his chest where you knew he could feel the bond.

You shook your head, walking backward. "That's- It's not-"

You stopped when your back hit something hard. Turning; you saw Rhys behind you, his calm mask in place as he looked at your mate.

"Little Lucien," Rhys nodded. "It seems you're having some issues with the fairer sex. You can't catch a break when it comes to females."

Rhys put a hand on your shoulder and maneuvered you behind him. Lucien's responding growl brought a smirk to his face.

"You'll get what's coming to you," Lucien was on his feet now, retreating toward the other males on the far side of the clearing. "He will destroy you and your whole court."

"Now, now Lucien," Rhys drawled, "You can't honestly believe that threatening your mate's home, her family, would soften her heart to you."

Lucien looked to you again before looking to Feyre, who stood beside Rhysand.

"Don't come looking for me again, Lucien." Her voice was firm, but you could see the slight tremble in her shoulders. "I'm not going back. He needs to let me go."

He looked like he wanted to argue, but then a power emanated from Feyre. Suddenly, she had large dark wings. Lucien balked. "What have they done to you?" She looked at you and Rhys before leveling her stare back at him. "They freed me, Lucien. They did what you were unable, unwilling to do."

Lucien opened and closed his mouth several times before he thought better of it and nodded to the accompanying Sentries. They began to winnow away.

When he was the only one left, he swallowed hard before turning and reaching a tentative hand in your direction. "My lady…" His face was pained as he saw your hand go for the blade at your side.

"I am nothing to you." You pulled your dagger from its sheath, "I will never be anything to you."

Once he was gone, you were vaguely aware of Rhys and Feyre having a hushed conversation, but you blocked out what they said as you fell to your knees. Breathing was difficult as you fought to hold back the sobs that threatened to overtake your body.

It had to be some cruel twist of fate that your mate would be the male that sat by idly as your friend was neglected for months. Your equal was a coward who wouldn't stand against the oppression of his friend even if it were killing her. How could you accept such a male?

You weren't sure how long you were struggling, but soon, you felt two strong arms wrap around you as Feyre pulled you close to herself and murmured comforting words into your ear.

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The next couple of weeks passed in a blur. Rhys was injured. Feyre found out about their bond. After initially not taking it well, she accepted it. You tried to be happy for your friend but couldn't help but mourn your doomed mating bond. There wasn't a day that had passed since your meeting in the forest that you hadn't felt his longing through the bond, and frankly, it made you despise him just that much more.

The dreams were worse. You weren't sure if they were Lucien's projections or your own traitorous mind conjured them, but you found yourself plagued with visions of his eyes: one russet and one golden. In your dream, you caressed his face, running a hand over the scar that marred his beautiful features. The dream always ended the same. He took your hand and stole you away. Leaving you to wake in a cold sweat.

It felt like you were making progress in stopping Hybern when the young queen had left the book, but the attack on Velaris left you questioning if the end would justify the means. You'd learned to block the mating bond as best you could through everything. It didn't stop everything from coming through, but it meant you wouldn't have to deal with most of his projected emotions. You were certain nothing would come from the bond, and once you returned from Hybern, you intended to begin research on how to reject the bond altogether.

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As it turned out, Hybern is where everything went to shit.

Your breath caught when you saw him enter the room. Lucien's eyes roamed your body as if to ensure you were whole before he took a steadying breath. Tamlin looked between the two of you several times before he raised a brow.

"I'd like to amend our deal," he turned toward the King. "In addition to Feyre, we also intend to take her with us." He gestured vaguely toward you.

The King merely nodded before focusing on the entering queens and their guards. Behind them, Feyre's sisters were brought forward and shoved into the cauldron. Each coming out in new Fae bodies.

When Feyre began to act like she was no longer under Rhys' control, you immediately understood what she was doing. Your friend was sacrificing herself for her family's safety, and you weren't about to make her efforts be in vain. When Mor turned to you with a question in her eyes, you nodded almost imperceptibly.

At that moment, you began screaming. "How dare you, Rhysand!" You turned toward Feyre and reached a hand out to her, "Please," You whispered. "Please forgive me, my friend. I didn't know what he was capable of. We will get through this together."

Taking your hand, she pulled you to herself and squeezed you twice.

When you dared a glance at Lucien, his eyebrows were drawn together, and his lips pursed as he watched Feyre. He was about to say something until his eyes met yours, and his mouth snapped shut.

It broke your heart watching Feyre beg the King to sever her bond. The screams from her and Rhys were still ringing in your ears even after the latter and the remainder of your family were long gone.

"Please, Tamlin," Feyre's voice was soft as she nuzzled into the High Lord's arms. "Please take me home."

His arms tightened around her, and he nodded to Lucien. "Go, get your mate."

You stopped breathing as he approached you and held out a hand. "My Lady," He bowed slightly, "will you come with me?"

You looked from him to your friend in the High Lord's arms for a moment before swallowing hard. Everything within you wanted to reject him, but you could do this for your court. They needed Feyre.

"Thank you, My Lord," you whispered as you put your hand into his. You couldn't help but tense as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you firmly against himself, and you braced yourself for whatever awaited you in your new prison.

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