Page 75 of Touched

Not like this Sylph blood in me is new. I was born with it.

I try to recall distant memories as a child.

Did my parents do anything with magick? Was I just too naïve, too careless, to notice?

I recall seeing Grams’s house with my new eyes…really seeing it for the first time.

I don’t think she ever tried to hide any of it from me.

I was simply oblivious to what I was and was raised as a human for my entire existence.

But these wings?

I have a sinking feeling I’m about to ruin a lot of shirts.

I fucking have wings.

Lieutenant Antoine is going tolovethat…

I can see it now. Sure, Lieutenant, let me just fly on over there and interrogate the suspect…

This world I’ve been thrown into…it’s unlike anything I could’ve imagined.

How many more are out there, like me? Unaware of their bloodlines…their abilities?

Oblivious to the fact that they’re fucking magickal!

I still can’t really wrap my brain around it all. I mean, the shit that’s in movies and books… is real.

It’s fucking real!

Scratching at my nape, I brush off the annoying mosquitoes that threaten to drain me dry. After wiping the sweat from my brow with my shoulder, I give the generator cord another strong pull. It finally sputters to life, purring away. I foresee a wonderfully hot shower in my near future.

Standing fully, I stretch my arms to the sky. As the stiffness and soreness materializes, I finally realize just how reckless I’ve been with my body. I’ve been pushing myself to the limits, with complete disregard for the human part of my anatomy.

Somewhere in the distance, a branch snaps, sending a jolt through my system. I slowly lower my arms and freeze, angling my head to listen.

An egret takes to the sky in the distance, and I allow myself to release the breath I’ve been holding.

Shit… I’m on edge.

I mean, I’m allowed to be! Werewolves are searching for Aeris and me.

I have magickal blood in me from a mythical creature I believed only existed in folklore.

I quickly scan my surroundings. Aeris is right. Something feels different. Off. And it pisses me off that I don’t know what it is. I turn back toward the cabin when a muffled sound comes from directly behind me.

My palm instinctively reaches for the weapon on my hip but comes up empty.

I’m unarmed.

Fuck.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I whirl around to face whatever it is that has found us.

I’m face to face with a man. A large shirtless man… with wings. Another fucking fairy.

He regards me with wide eyes, his pupils dark green and wild. He’s tall, his naked chest is heavily muscled with broad shoulders. He’s wearing strange clothing that aren’t…human in nature. Instead, he is wearing mostly brown and green leather-like pants and…plant-like straps across his torso, biceps, and thighs…

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