Page 2 of Lust & Lollipops

I’d paired it with my comfiest black leggings, and hadn’t bothered with makeup. The people in charge of the reality show would cake me in makeup when I got there, whether I liked it or not.

Cam chuckled, but didn’t say anything else.

I was sure he was just as ready to escape me. Though we had come to a grudging agreement to be civil, he was the one who spoke for the Society when it came to me.

Which meant he was the one who got to tell me what I was and wasn’t allowed to do. And scare away anyone I got too close to.

He hadn’t told me much about his life or his past, but he didn’t know much of mine either.

At least I was getting away from him.

That reminded me…

I sat up.

“Now that we’re going our separate ways, will you tell me what your magic is? You know I’m going into this whole thing blind. No one has given me any details about fae.” Everything I knew, I’d learned on the internet. And the internet was about as trustworthy as a compulsive liar who got paid for telling anything but the truth.

“Nope.” He didn’t so much as consider it.

And he knew what I meant without me elaborating. Every fae did. Their true nature was always hidden from us, because they could all look human.

They didn’t look exactly human, of course. They were all a little taller than their average human counterparts, coming in around 6’2” or 6’3”. And they were unnaturally beautiful, too.

But there were some human guys who fit that profile, so you couldn’t assume anything.

I hadn’t assumed with Cam. I’d asked.

And he’d told me I’d have to figure it out myself.

I’d tried that, but he refused to tell me if any of my guesses were correct.

I did have one clue after all the years I’d been forced to spend with him.

He’d grabbed a hot pan without burning himself once. I didn’t know if all fae could do that. If not, he probably had fire magic.

I’d never seen his wings—which all fae had—and if he could shift into an animal form, I’d never seen it.

“Eat up. I don’t know when they’ll feed you next,” he said, setting a plate down on the countertop.

I reluctantly walked over. Though I wasn’t hungry, he did have a point. And as much as we weren’t friends, I did trust him when it came to having my best interests in mind. He’d never done anything to overstep my boundaries, or to disrespect me, and it had been years.

“So are you moving on to guard another compatible mate after this?” I asked him, as I cut into my eggs.

“Something like that.” He dished his onto his plate.

“You’re being vague again, as usual.”

He flashed me a grin. “Am I?”

“Don’t put your mind magic anywhere near me,” I warned, holding my fork up as if it were a weapon. It wasn’t, but he’d play along.

He lifted his hands in surrender. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Good.” I took another bite of my eggs. “You’re going to miss me.”

“Am I?” The question was repeated.

So was the grin.

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