the worst that could happen?
“The three of us are fae.”
Chapter 10
Ophelia Rose
Drowning in Fantasy - Wings and Other Oddities
When did Alice start to believe that she was actually in Wonderland? When did she stop viewing her odd reality as exactly that…real. I was at the same crossroad and I had no idea how to deal with it.
Oliver’s body heat was encasing me in his lemon scent from where he sat next to me. His commanding and demanding energy had me feeling a bit more manic than usual. Now that I knew he was real, my emotions I’d experienced towards him felt more intense. I curled my nails into my palm and tried to not let my odd mind get the better of me. His large muscular arm was behind me and I could almost feel the ghost of his touch.
I think it was the way he watched me…like he had a right to. I had a feeling that if I let him touch me, it would be the same way. Give him an inch, and he would take miles. My toes curled as I tried to come up with a response to the nonsense that Mr. Gorgeous was spouting.
Instead, I tried to focus on Bard…but that didn’t work either. His emotions were, as usual, blocked, and reserved. It made me irrationally angry since you know, he kissed the shit out of me. Were we forgetting about that? I didn’t think so. I couldn’t.
Then there was Koa, AKA Mr. Gorgeous. Any pretense of the loud charming bastard in school was gone, and instead, he was staring at me with earnest but excited eyes. I could tell he really wanted me to believe them…and well, I really had no way to dispute the fucking wings in front of me. It didn’t help that all of them were so painfully handsome. Like I should have a ‘you have to be ugly’ rule if you are going to give me life-altering news.
I can’t focus on anything with their pretty eyes and sexy bodies. Honestly, it was actually pretty insensitive of them. I had to believe them. Unless I wanted to believe that all of this was one of my odd daydreams, but outside of that, there was no denying it. They were here and they had wings.
I pinched myself and winced.
“What the hell?” Oliver tugged my hand away offering a scowl at the limb. As if somehow my hand had chosen to hurt me, without my permission…you know what, I couldn’t even deal with that train of thought right now. I shook my head.
“She was making sure she wasn’t dreaming,” Bard pointed out, and I was glad he translated for me.
I inhaled but didn’t draw my hand back from where Oliver was now playing with it. His hands were rough and warm, but they touched mine with a delicacy that I half loved and half hated. I wasn’t weak by any stretch of the imagination, but it also felt good to have someone think you are that delicate.
I cleared my thoughts by talking. “Alright,” I started off trying to ask something semi-logical, “so let me get this straight, you are fae? As in fairies? And you have wings?”
Koa’s wings fluttered in response to the attention I paid them as my chest clenched. Fuck. His broad shoulders and tall, lean frame was highlighted by a pair of obsidian and icy blue wings that seemed to move in a pattern that matched the eager bouncing of his foot.
Bard’s wings, on the other hand, were so dark it was almost difficult to tell the difference between the purple and black on them. They were beautiful. It was a bit overwhelming honestly, the two of them.
If I had thought it was bad before, it was nothing like now. The wings were so delicate looking in nature, like butterfly wings, yet I had a feeling breaking them would be nearly impossible. Like they were beautiful but in a way still a bit scary looking. The edges looked like sharp glass.
“Can I touch them?” I asked curiously before I could stop myself, as Bard covered a strangled cough. Oliver groaned and shook his head, Koa’s eyes lighting up with mischief. What? What the hell did I say?
“Sure, Lia,” he teased, “feel free.”
I leaned forward only for Oliver to snatch me around the waist and let loose a warning growl. “Stop playing, Koa. She doesn’t know what she is saying.”
I was on Oliver’s lap in a fast movement and my cheeks