I continued to steer with my left hand and unintentionally let a sigh escape my lips.
“Pullover there.” Schwint directed me to a large pull-off beside the road that backed up to the woods. He released my hand to give me more steering control as I edged off the road.
“Here?” I looked around. “There’s not any other cars.”
“Why would there be?”
“Well, you said it was a huge party.”
“A fairy party, remember? I’m not the exception to the fairy rule. In fact, if a fairy knew how to drive, I can guarantee you they wouldn’t be at this party. It’s bad enough that I’m arriving in such a manner. I’m only hoping none of the others notice. They’ll never let me live it down.”
“So, I’ll be the only nonfairy at this party?”
“Maybe, maybe not. The vast majority will be fairies, if not everyone. But every once in a while, someone shows up with a werewolf piece of ass, or some other hybrid.”
“Or a warlock piece of ass.”
He looked at me and laughed. “Yes, or a warlock piece of ass!” He reached over and squeezed my hand.
Turning from him, I looked around at the narrow expanse of land between the road and the forest. “You want me to just leave my truck here? I’ll get towed. Or ticketed at the very least.”
“Ah, ye of little faith. Pull over into the big bunch of grass.”
I did as he instructed. We got out of the truck, and the grass came up nearly to my waist. “This grass is tall, but it hardly makes my truck invisible. If anything, it looks abandoned, which makes it even more likely to get towed.”
“Goodness, you are a worrier, aren’t you?” He pecked a kiss on my cheek and leaned back. “We’ll have to see what we can do about that.”
He turned toward the truck, then knelt and placed his hands against the ground. Almost instantly, the tall, browning grass began to grow. Not just around my truck but for yards in either direction along the roadside. Within minutes, the grass was above our heads and easily hiding the truck from view.
I stared at him in wonder. “That was amazing.”
He grinned. “Well, duh. Have you met me?”
That earned him an eye roll. As much as I hated to admit it, he really was charming. “You don’t think that tall of grass is going to draw some attention?”
He shrugged the concern off. “This road isn’t that busy, and even if someone notices it, it would take them a day or two to call someone out to mow it down.” He grinned at me again. “Even with as much as we fairies love to party, I’ll have you back here before that happens.”
“So, we’re pretty close? I can’t fly, remember?”
He cocked his head at me, ignoring the question, and gestured toward the grass-covered truck. “Couldn’t you do that? I mean, I’ve heard witches, while not having as much range of their power, are able to do more than we can.”
So he did know the comparison of our powers. “I don’t know. I’ve never tried to make grass grow.”
“That’s sad.” He shook his head and then smiled at me. “Okay. To do list. Help you stress less and explore your power range. I bet there’s a lot you can do that you have no idea you’re capable of.”
“Maybe. I don’t—”
Exactly. One more reason I’m better than you, you worthless shit. If you’re so superior to me, how do you not even know what you are capable of? You’re lazy, arrogant, and nothing more than a spoiled brat.
Schwint reached out and squeezed my shoulder. “Are you okay? You look like you’re in pain.”
I tried to shake the voice out of my head, but wasn’t successful.
And look at you. Heartbroken over that demon, and here you are. So devastated that you’re out on a date with someone else. Out on a date with a fairy. A fairy! At least dating the demon had some merit to him. What are you going to do? Help nourish gardens and throw glitter confetti in the air?
“Finn?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” I rubbed my temples. The voice was making my brain ache more every time. “It was just the voice that I was telling you about.”
