Page 45 of Fae's Queen


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I agree with Charen, but I can’t seem to speak.

“Ow!” Everett yells.

“Stay still, you big baby. It’s just a scratch.” Tristano’s voice, perhaps.

“A scratch? My beautiful ear is hanging on by a thread!”

“It’ll be fine.”

“Ow! You’re doing this on purpose.”

Tristano snorts. “I think you’d look better with only one ear.”

Everett groans.

I try to say Solano’s name, to call out to him, to tell him I know the truth now. But it’s as if my throat is burned. I open my eyes but see nothing except the imprint of that brilliant starburst, the light of a thousand suns. Beautiful in its destruction. I wish it had destroyed me.

“Never.”

Our bond is glowing now, bright and alive. I can see him, his golden eyes. Hear him, the purr of his feral.

“I’m so sorry.” I cup his face as he presses his forehead to mine.

“I’m so glad I found you.”

“But I’m not me anymore. I’m…” I step back and look down at myself in my mind. The black claws, the wings at my back. “I’m wrong.”

“Shhh.” Solano’s voice is at my ear, and then I taste him. Sharp and electric, his blood is like no other.

I bite, my fangs latching onto his wrist as I drink him down.

“Solano!” I can feel one of his warriors nearby, ready to strike me down.

“Back away,” Solano growls. “All of you, stand down.”

I take his blood in greedy gulps, my body growing stronger, the scorch in my throat easing.

“That’s enough, Emma.” Solano tries to pull away.

I don’t let him. Clamping down harder, I drink more of him, feeling his warmth in my belly and his strength in my veins.

“Emma.” He strokes my hair. “Enough.”

I sense his warriors drawing closer, their weapons hungry for more blood.

“Strike them down, and return to me.” A chill creeps up my spine and threatens to freeze my heart. “You’re mine, Emma. You know it. We are the same.”

“No.” I pull away from Solano’s wrist and force myself to stop. To think instead of simply reacting like an animal.

“I’ll show you, my pet. I can’t let you go.”

“Stop!” I press my palms to my ears. “Stop!”

“Emma?” Solano holds me close, and I can almost see his golden eyes now.

“He’s still here.”

“What?”