“For what?”
“For what that Fae did.” I stated.
Fain shook his head. “You weren’t there. You didn’t have anything to do with it.”
“But I’m Fae too.”
“And you’re nothing like he was.” He said.
“What if I go mad too?”
“You won’t.” He said.
“You don’t know that.”
“I trust you.” He stated.
“I trust you too.” I replied. “Though I thought you were an arsehole at the beginning.”
He laughed. “And I thought you were the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen.”
I blushed so red at that.
“Too beautiful.” He murmured. “I thought you were bewitching me, driving me mad.”
I frowned. “Wait, when you cornered me that night, you accused me of tricking you, of using some sort of magic on you.”
He tilted his head sighing. “I did. And I believed it then.”
“Believed what?”
He got up, walked around the table and pulled me from my seat. “For months I couldn’t get you out of my head. You’ve been torturing me. Teasing me. Driving me half mad with need.”
“But I haven’t done anything.”
He smirked wrapping his hands around my waist. “Not yourself Alice, but the idea of you. The dreams of you.”
“What?”
He dropped his hands to grip my arse. “Every night, every moment I slept, every moment I even blinked you were there, in my head, like you were calling to me.”
I blushed as I realised what he was saying. “You were having dreams about me?” I said half shocked.
He grinned. “Not just dreams. They were more vivid than that. More visceral. Like our souls were connecting.”
“Fucking hell.”
He laughed before leaning in and kissing me. “You beguiled me Little Fae.” He murmured. “You bewitched me. I was yours long before I even knew it.”
I leant in kissing him back. “You did the same to me.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You dreamt of me?”
“No.” I said. “But there was something. Some sort of pull. I wanted to hate you. I wanted to despise you. And yet it felt like something inside me was screaming the complete opposite.”
His lips curled. “I feel that too. I’ve felt it for months.”
I kissed him again. “So why are we still talking right now?”