a mere three inches away from each other.
I’d never wanted someone to kiss me so badly and I’d never felt so wrong about it.
The blue light. How the fuck did you explain that to a guy who didn’t grow up in this world? You didn’t.
I panicked, spouting the first lie I could think of. “It means … we’re both Fae. The same race.”
He frowned. “I’ve met Fae before and it’s never happened.”
Why was I still sitting on him? Why were his hands still stroking my wings?
I gulped.
“It means…” Without another thought, I leaned forward and captured his mouth in a kiss. Opening my legs, I settled my hips onto him, getting closer as his breath hitched, sucking in mine. When my lips crashed onto his, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Would he throw me across the room? Pick up this dagger and try to kill me?
His mouth opened, deepening the kiss as his hands slipped down the back of my wings to cup my ass. When our tongues touched, a warm buzz tingled all the way down my throat to my belly. Even with my eyes closed, I could see the blue light dancing beneath us. It was back alive and brighter than ever. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and I moaned, causing him to grab my ass. I let my fingers trail down his hard chest, feeling the taut muscles there when he grasped both sides of my face and wrenched me back.
“We can’t,” he growled. It was like someone had poured ice water over me. I pulled myself back and nodded as my cheeks reddened.
What the full-on fucking fuck am I doing?
His shirt was soaked with blood. I was going to kill him grinding on him like that. Stupid idiot. He was a damn Dark Fae. Halfling. Monster. And I was making out with him over some blue light? Backing up, he barely removed his hands from my ass to let me go. Once I was off of the couch and my mind had cleared, I nodded.
“You need rest,” I told him, although my body really, really, wanted him to need other things. What the hell was I doing?
Making out with my people’s sworn enemy.
From the coffee table, I grabbed the pain tonic Kira had left and poured a capful.
“Numb berry juice. It will help the pain and you can get some rest.” I held the cup of pink juice to his lips, while his glowing amber eyes stared back at me. He paused, unmoving for a full half minute.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” I told him.
Finally, he opened his mouth and the liquid poured down his throat. “Maybe you should,” he said, and closed his eyes.
Maybe I should. I glanced at the Fae blade sitting on the table, crusted with blood up to the hilt. It would be so easy to end his life, but I could never do that. I knew now that if it were him or a crystal, I would choose him. I was also fully aware of how insane that sounded considering he was my sworn enemy. I just needed to find a way that we could both live together on the same side.
After an hour, my thoughts grew heavy. I tried reading a book, but my lids were closing. I decided a small nap would do me good, so I curled up in the large reading chair next to the sofa and fell fast asleep.
When I woke, it was because the entire house was shaking.
“What the…?” I leapt up, heart hammering in my chest. Immediately my eyes fell to the couch. Nothing but a small bloodstain.
Fuck! He was gone, but there on the coffee table was a note scrawled in messy writing. It sat right next to the blood-covered knife. My house shook more violently, and I let my wings flutter, taking me up off of the ground. Earthquake? Faerie didn’t have earthquakes. Not since the dark times. Hovering over the coffee table, I picked up the note.
You have six. We have six. Call it even and don’t come looking for the crystals anymore.
-L
My heart fell into my stomach. After that kiss … he just … left? Panic seized me as I thought of how he had left. He couldn’t open the blue door, which meant he was stuck here. I sat there suspended in midair for a moment until the shaking finally stopped, then I flew for the front door, shoving the letter in my pocket.
Throwing