Frost Fae (Dark Fae Kings #2) - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,64

will regret they ever tried to make me their bitch.

SNEAK PEEK: MAGIC TRIALS

I had no idea how I’d gotten here.

I was in an opulent apartment in a skyscraper. Through floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked down on a lush park of green and pink. Opposite that window was another overlooking a bustling city under my feet.

Parts of the city had burned. Clusters of fire still smoldered in some buildings, their smoke trails whirling into the windy sky.

It must be the war zone, but I hadn’t spotted Dominion soldiers fighting horned demons down there. Maybe it was too far away for me to see the battle unfolding, or maybe both sides were in a recess.

Everyone needed a lunch break, right? Except the scavengers who dashed out of broken buildings and stores and scattered through the streets, collecting what they could find.

I trained my sights on the intact part of the city where people went on with their lives—crowds in the prosperous commercial districts and streets—strolling, shopping, skateboarding, or burying their faces into their phones, probably texting or something.

I’d never in my life used a phone—nobody in Crack did—but I’d heard that social media was still a thing in the parts of the world controlled by the demigods.

The Olympian gods wanted civilization to continue on, while, according to rumor, Lucifer didn’t care much about it, particularly not social media. He wasn’t exactly a popular guy in any non-demon city. He wasn’t even popular in Crack, but neither were the demigods.

I swept my gaze around the apartment, and my breath caught when I spotted the most stunning view through glass doors that led to a spacious balcony. A pair of massive, black wings spread to their glorious, full length, soaking in twilight.

As they slowly, lazily folded and then vanished, I found myself staring at the bare torso of a giant male who perched on a chair custom-made to accommodate his wings. Taut muscles rippled across his bulging arms and beautiful back as he ran a hand over the thick mane of his dark hair.

I hadn’t met anyone more mesmerizing than this specimen, even though I hadn’t yet seen his face. Unable to resist my need to take a quick peek, I snuck up to him.

At my first step, he wheeled toward me.

His gaze fell on me, so intense it froze me where I stood.

A swirl of dark stars came alive, brightening in his sapphire eyes.

“You came back,” he said, his voice deep, silky, and rich, wrapping me with its potent seduction. I could orgasm just by listening to him talk a little longer. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

A smile floated to my lips. “That’s flattering, but I think this is the first time I’ve met you. Uh, do you have a name?”

Maybe I should also ask for his number and then get a phone.

“You don’t remember me?” he asked.

My face sank a little. I would curse the universe if it had created such an utterly gorgeous man but made him a loony or a creep or something worse.

“Maybe you’ve mistaken me for someone else?” I asked before a new swirl of dismay swelled in my chest. If he mistook me for another girl, then I wasn’t the one he was waiting for and eager to see. Then I had no business here.

He laughed sensually. “Come here, lamb. Last time we didn’t get to talk.” His laugh dropped, and his voice turned into dark silk. “Some force pulled you out of my dream too fast, and I wasn’t pleased.”

What he said didn’t make sense. But then this was a dream, as he’d announced.

My body urged me to go to him, but I stood my ground and narrowed my eyes, still surreptitiously ogling him. “I’m not a lamb. You need to correct your mistake.”

He sighed. “Fine, Marigold.”

I sucked in a breath, happy that I wasn’t the wrong girl who crashed this party.

The beautiful man rose from his chair as if impatient that I didn’t move to him as fast as he’d demanded. Before I made another step, he’d reached my side. His arm lashed out and snuck around my waist.

The next moment, we were on the balcony with me in his lap and my shirt nowhere to be found.

This relationship had developed super fast. Before I even knew his name, I was already cuddled with him, topless.

“I can’t wait to touch you again,” he said, snuggling his nose against my neck as he inhaled my scent.

He smelled of clean male and dirty sex mixed with cinder and