Page 61 of Touched

What? How?

As though he can read my mind, he grins before retorting, “I told you, Callum. I know it all.”

“You’ve been busy for a little troll.” I cross my arms over my chest. Trevor’s dark eyes lock on me, and I notice his foot twitching with ire.

He’s small, but his strength is insane.

He could probably break every bone in my body.

It’s my turn to hold my hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay,” I say, mimicking his earlier response to me. “I’m sorry, Trevor. I take it back.”

“Good.” He peeks around the corner of the cabin, and then, turns back to me, his anger apparently forgotten. “Your generator is primed and ready.”

Frowning, I look around the corner. I can’t be sure, but I think I see a gray streak. I shake my head. I don’t need to know how many of these little guys are in my vicinity. One is more than enough.

Needing to break the silence of the swamp, I say, “Aeris said she can’t be with me because I’m human.”

Trevor merely nods.

I press on. “Since I’m not fully human, what’s the problem? If Sylphs are protectors, why can’t Aeris and I be together?”

Trevor’s dark eyes glaze over for an instant. A heavy sigh escapes him. “History… There was a war between Fae and Sylph. The War of Zephyrs. I heard stories when I was a trollet.”

“What did you hear?” I persist.

I need to know.

How the hell does any of this make sense?

“The Fae Elders interpreted a Sylph’s duty differently than the Sylph’s teachings.” Trevor shrugs his shoulder.

“How so?” I refrain from shaking the troll for answers.

“They believed Sylph were to protect thepurity of lineages.” Trevor tilts his head, looking up at me, watching my reaction. “As in the Sylph were supposed to protect the Fae’s maidenhood…”

“Imagine how they reacted to the first Kindred pairing between a fairy and Sylph.”

So, protect and never touch…

But if they’re Kindred, they’re literally fated mates!

I open my mouth intending to ask more questions.

The damn book probably has some of the answers. Trevor is taking too fucking long to release the information.

Shaking his head, he sighs again as though he can read my damn mind. “Your grandmother can explain it better than I,” he flatly says.

“Was Grams there?” I immediately ask.

Trevor tilts his head at me and smirks. Shaking his head at me, he chuckles and waggles his finger at me. “Oh no, you don’t. You’ll not get me in trouble with your grandmother. The war was alongtime ago. You need answers, you ask your Grams. My lips are now sealed.”

Why?

Was she there? How long ago?

How old is Grams?

He points to the stuff on the porch with one hand while rubbing something in the other. “I got all the supplies here. You can put them away. I have a sentenal to see about a favor.”

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