Page 188 of The Fae Girl 1

“You made me half-Fae.” I said quietly.

She gulped. “I didn’t mean to. I don’t even know how I did it.” She was wringing her hands now, shaking, like she thought I’d be angry.

Like she was afraid of how I’d react.

“That’s why I can feel it.” I said. “Why I can feel what your emotions are.”

“Yes.” She half whispered. “And how we’ve been knowing what the other is thinking. It was so obvious but I didn’t see it until now.”

She hung her head like she was ashamed.

“Alice.” I murmured stepping up to her, lifting her chin with my hand. “I’m not angry.”

“I didn’t mean to.” She said. “I just…”

“Alice.” I said more firmly. “I’m not angry.” I pulled her in hugging her tightly, not even caring in this moment if someone saw us.

“What will your brother say? What will he do when he finds out?” She gasped the words into my chest.

“We can’t tell him.”

“So he will be angry?”

“No.” I said. “He’ll want to use it to his advantage.” Thinking that this was exactly what he’d wanted. Exactly what he’d asked of me and somehow, despite my every intention, I’d done it.

A drunken couple stumbled past. Their giggles made us both pause until they were gone.

“Do you want to go back in?” I asked letting her go.

She shook her head. “No.”

“Do you want me to give you some space?”

She frowned. “I don’t understand what it means. How this changes us.”

I took her hand in mine. “It means were connected now. Properly connected.”

She nodded. “Do we tell Jelric when he comes back?”

“No.”

Her eyes widened. “You want to keep it from him too?” She said.

“We don’t have a choice. He would be duty bound to tell Uther.” I stated.

She bit her lip, still looking torn between confusion and alarm.

“Shall we get out of here?” I asked.

She squeezed my hand more. “Yes. You must be tired from the road.”

“Don’t worry about me.” I murmured. “I can take care of myself.”

She gave me a wry smile. “Sure you can Prince Fain.” She muttered as we slipped away, down an empty corridor towards my rooms.

Isat at his dining table. Opposite him. He’d ordered a feast, just like he did most nights I was able to eat with him.

As I picked at my food I felt guilty. I should have been more aware. I shouldn’t have been so damn reckless.

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