His Fae.
Swallowing, I dispel these useless thoughts. "Well, you broke my heart so I think I’m allowed that.”
His eyes flash when I throw back his words from the bar. “You are.”
“But even so, I can give you back your money. I have some cash in my bag.”
I do, and I can pay him back.
His folded arms flex as he considers my offer. And they’re so big and sculpted that I can see the hilly contours of them, his biceps, even through his hoodie.
His soft, cozy,warmhoodie.
Finally, he says, “Yeah, money is not what I’m interested in tonight.”
Like always, his tone is what gets me. His tone that sounds all dangerous and villainous.
And something else that I’m trying not to think about, seductive.
I lick my lips. “Are you here for revenge then?”
He glances down at my lips for a second. “I haven’t decided yet.”
I don’t think a threat thatsoundslike a threat,feelslike a threat, should also make things move inside of my stomach.
Innocent things like butterflies and tingles.
Corrupt things like thick, heated desire.
“Before you decide either way,” I begin. “I want to say something.”
He arches an arrogant eyebrow. “I’m listening.”
I want to purse my lips and narrow my eyes at his condescending tone, but I keep my features blank and say, “Even though you deserved it, it wasn’t my intention to do those things. It wasn’t my intention to dump my drink on you or stomp on your foot. Or even attack you like I did back at the bar. I’m not this violent person, despite all the evidence to the contrary. I don’t do these things. I don’t…”
I don’t steal cars…
I don’t say that but it’s right there. On the tip of my tongue.
That and the question, why.
Why did he save me? Why did he have the charges reduced after how I tried to destroy something that he’d built?
As I said, he deserved it, but why?
Reed, on the other hand, has no hesitation in asking me that question.
“Then why did you?” His voice is thick and raspy. “Do those things.”
I know he’s asking me about these recent events and not what I did two years ago. Still, I answer him like he is. “Because… because you make me crazy. You make me angry. You make me do things that I never thought I’d do in a million years. You turn me into this…”
I trail off again and again he picks up the thread. “I turn you into what?”
Those innocent little things inside of me, those corrupt little things, all of them go haywire. They go crazy and chaotic as I whisper, “Bad. You turn me into a bad girl.”
Fae.
Maybe that’s the magic in him. That dark magic that makes girls do things for him.
