“What?”
Instead of giving me an explanation, Reed moves his eyes away from my face and focuses on my wings. My white fur wings that are suddenly growing too heavy and too light all at the same time.
“How about I call you by my name and you call me by yours?” he asks huskily.
“Your name.”
“Fairy,” he murmurs, his eyes coming back to my face and burning me alive yet again. “I get to call you Fairy.”
I swallow.
Fairy.
He wants to call me Fairy.
I don’t… I don’t know what to say.
So I just repeat his words. “You want to call me Fairy.”
Instead of answering me though, he roves his wolf eyes over my face once more before stepping back and taking his touch away.
“See you around, Fae.”
With that he begins to leave.
As if he didn’t just obliterate my breaths, my balance with that one word.
Fae.
A second later though, he stops and fishes something out of his pocket. Keeping his eyes on me, at my heaving, shuddering body, he puts it on the shelf by his side.
“Almost forgot about it,” he says. “It’s for you.”
It’s hard to drag my eyes away from his penetrating ones but I want to know what he brought me. It’s an envelope, purple and pretty, and looking out of place in this dark closet.
“What is it?” I ask, glancing back at him.
“An invitation.”
“To what?”
“A party.”
“You’re inviting me to a party?”
“No.” He explains, “My sister is. It’s Pest’s birthday this weekend. She wanted me to give it to you. I’m just the messenger.”
Finally he leaves, and this time he doesn’t stop or turn back.
Tempest.
His sister.
The girl I met at the game last week and who dragged me to his party.
I’ve been thinking about her, wondering if I’d get to see her again. I really liked her.
And now as her brother is unlocking the door and leaving, I’m thinking about the fact that he calls her Pest. And how he came here to do her bidding, to give me the invitation, which I’m pretty sure she must’ve bugged him about until he relented.
