“Then what? Why give me a book I can’t read?”
“You can read it. Rather, you’ll be able to soon.”
“Soon?”
“Yes. You’ve only recently discovered you’re a true fae. As your powers continue to come in, I imagine the ancestral knowledge of the true fae will also return.”
“What are you talking about?”
He slowly closes the book he’s reading, like he’s formulating his thoughts carefully, then stands from the desk and walks over to the wall with the ladder. “Come here.”
He climbs a few rungs on the ladder and stretches out for a book. I can’t help but look up and notice his physique, the ripples on his chest and the delicious hook over his hips, guiding my eyes straight to his pants. Jogger Frogger, I chuckle, thinking back to Knox’s name for it. He wasn’t wrong. Sweater weather and pumpkin spice are nice, but men in joggers… Especially Callum. He’s huge. I felt it, if only for a second, but goddess, I want more. No amount of masturbating will get him or it, out of my mind.
Callum clears his throat, pulling me back.
My lip falls from my teeth and I look up at him like a kid who’s been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
He climbs down the ladder and hands me the book, “Here.” Our fingers brush as we both stand there, hands on the book, looking at one another. The spark I feel with his fingertips brings back memories of last night. Were we going to talk about it or pretend like he didn’t come into my room and hold me in his arms until I fell asleep?
When I woke up this morning on my own, I thought it was a dream. That it was all a dream, but I smelled him- his scent, on the pillows.
“Here,” he says again, like he too is having a hard time with words. He gently pulls the book from my fingers and walks over to his desk and opens it. He scoots his chair out of the way and stands, palms pressed, to the desk and looks over it. “Are you going to come?”
I’m about to.Fuck. Focus Everlee. Something about this man just… causes my senses to go all haywire. I can’t think when I’m around him.
His brows perk up, looking for an answer.
“Oh, right! Yes.”
His eyes track me as I move across the room to stand beside him.
“You ok?”
“Yep, all good.”
He smiles, then flips through the book. This book is a deep blue with golden foiling on the front cover. It looks old, but not nearly as old as the one he gave me last night.
“Last night,” he starts and stops and I think he’s going to talk about climbing into my bed, but he doesn’t. Not exactly. “What did you see? In your memories?”
“You mean nightmares?”
“No. Memories. I imagine you saw something pretty horrific that felt like a nightmare, but was likely an ancestral dream.”
“Ancestral dream?”
“Yes.”
He’s serious.
“I… I don’t understand. How can I have a memory of something that existed way before I was born?” I really wish I would have paid attention more in school.
He smiles, moving his hand over mine. When our eyes lock, he slowly slides his hand off and balls it into a fist before he speaks. “Every species of fae came from the true fae. They’ve been around since the creation of the great universe. As fae powers developed, each had strengths and weaknesses that altered their appearance and powers over time. However, the purest and strongest stayed true fae. With unique powers and different fae, there was a battle for control. Some chose to use dark magic to advance their agenda, while others chose light. That’s how the light and dark fae came to be, and when that happened, Helsgard created the Seelie and Unseelie Courts to watch over their people.”
“This I remember. It’s taught from the time you start school until you graduate. But it still doesn’t explain the dreams.”
“Overtime, members of the Courts motioned to have seats at Helsgard to ensure both Courts were being represented equally. As the Courts moved into Helsgard, the true fae wanted to step out of the politics of the Courts, so they found their own place they could call home.”
“Cliff of Morgai.”
