Page 38 of The Fae Girl 1

Her hands fumbled with my trousers. I ran my hand through her hair, pulling it lose from the braiding. And then I groaned as she slipped me into her mouth.

She pulled off with a pop. “Better?”

I nodded. Yeah that was better.

I shut my eyes, letting her work her charm. But as soon I did all I could see wasthatgirl. Her body stretched out. Her legs wide.

My body thrust harder as the image formed. I snarled looking down and for a second it was her, her face, her mouth, the Fae girl pleasuring me.

I felt it, my heart beat a little faster, something inside twisting beyond my control.

“Fuck.” I growled.

She fell back as if I’d pushed her off though I don’t remember doing it. She blinked, her brows knitted in confusion and her eyes turned from green back to brown.

“What’s wrong?” She said.

“I have to go.” I stated.

“Now?”

I didn’t reply, I just did my trousers up and left before I could make this any worse.

Whatever was going on I needed to get over it.

And fast.

Istomped around the room. My head already reminding me of the poor nights’ sleep I’d had. I’d been locked back up in my room after our discussion. No doubt the High Prince was behind it.

No doubt he was even now shoring up the locks on my prison cell.

But in truth that wasn’t all that was pissing me off. This entire situation was. That it was real. That I was here. In an entirely different world.

And worse, that I was Fae.

I kept walking to the mirror, peering at my reflection, hoping, praying that I’d look like me, the real me, the old me. The normal me.

Only I didn’t.

I was her. The new Alice. Not the one I’d built in my head. Not the strong willed, not the brave Alice, but the one this place was making of me.

My stomach twisted at the idea. I was their prisoner. Their toy. Bound to a so-called High King for what, the rest of my life?

What did this war matter to me anyway? Even if I was Fae why should I help them? They’d kidnapped me, locked me up. They deserved nothing. Fain had already said he didn’t trust me so why should I put my life on the line for them?

“Have some breakfast. Sit down.” Mira said as she followed me around, hands grasped as though unsure how to deal with me.

I sunk into one the chairs then immediately jumped back up. I couldn’t just sit here. I couldn’t just wait. I had to do something. I had to do anything other than just accept this.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

“It doesn’t matter.” I replied. I couldn’t trust Mira. As much as I wanted to. As much as I already liked her. If I wanted to escape I needed to be smart. I needed to protect myself.

“It clearly does.” Mira said.

I shook my head in reply because how the hell was I going to explain it anyway, it was madness, the whole thing was madness.

I sighed and then winced as I felt the cramp hit me.Great, like this whole situation couldn’t get any worse and now I was coming on my period. Thank you very much mother nature.

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