I might not see him for weeks?
Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe this forced separation will allow me to gain some clarity.
“You will be safe, won’t you?”
“I am a skilled hunter. It is the wolves who should be afraid.”
“I know. I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”
He offers a slow nod. “Would you weep if I did not return?”
“I’d be beside myself.”
“Good.”
Cheeky fae. I nudge his arm with mine, and the corners of his lips tug into the barest hint of a smile.
Suddenly, all I can focus on is the fullness of Everett’s mouth as he stares down at me, his large hands hanging loosely at his sides. All I can think about is what it would feel like if he dipped his head and pressed those lips to mine.
Don’t go.
Stay with me tonight.
Let’s finish what we started.
Requests that never leave my lips as I watch him turn and head back the way we came.
“Ever?”
The muscles in his back flex in the most enticing way as he twists toward me, his brows raised in silent question.
“If you’re back in time, will you come to the Beltane festival? I bought a new dress just for the occasion.”
His expression gives nothing away as he sighs and offers a non-committal, “We will see,” before melting into the shadows.
When I make my way to the back door, I can still feel the warmth of his gaze like a caress. This has been the most magical, most memorable night of my entire life. I don’t think I’ll ever get to sleep?—
Something scrapes in the corner of the room, followed by the flicker of a flame. Nia sits at the kitchen table, a match pinched between her fingers, glowering straight at me. “Where the hell have you been?”
27
“Your voice will only be heard if you are willing to speak up.”
Author Unknown
Nia’s question hangs as heavily as the fog across The Divide.
Where the hell have you been?
Falling for an Unseelie fae probably isn’t the answer she’s looking for, but it’s the first one that springs to mind.
Because I have been falling, unbeknownst to myself, and what I feel for Ever is more than anything I’ve felt for another.
Not that I can tell her any of that.
So I slip out of my shoes and set them beside the door, pretending nothing is amiss. “My legs were feeling restless, so I went for a walk.”
Her harsh breath extinguishes the flame; gray smoke twists toward her face in the filtered moonlight. “With an Unseelie fae?”
