Page 68 of The Fae Girl 1

Even though it was unfounded.

Even though I didn’t want her.

Didn’t even like her.

“Power Fain.” Indyra said. Her lips so close to my ear they practically kissed it. “That’s what she is. Pure power. Even you can’t deny that.”

Her hand ran up my back. A sensual touch. An intimate one.

I snarled shaking my head.

And then I saw it. The lights flicker. The flames of the candles reacting as if some sort of invisible force was terrorising them.

My eyes found her once more. The Fae girl. Only this time I wasn’t looking at her body. I was looking at her face.

At the fear in her eyes.

I pushed Indyra off, not caring if someone saw and crossed the distance, reaching out, calling out, pulling her from my brother’s grasp before my mind caught up with me.

Before my head registered my actions.

She was trembling. Whether it was from the magic. From what my brother had said. Or the fact that I was holding her, pulling her from the room.

I know I could have let her go. Could have simply separated her from him and whatever the hell that was but I wanted her out.

In my head it was to limit the risk. In my head it was to keep everyone safe. But that wasn’t the only reason.

“Let me go.” She said as soon as we’d turned the corner. As soon as the noise from the Great Hall began to dim.

I paused, releasing my grip on her arm.

She kept her eyes down. As if she didn’t even want to look at me. I guess I couldn’t blame her for that. Not after the other night. Not when I’d attacked her.

Good. I wanted her to be afraid of me. It was easier that way.

“Why did you do that?” She asked.

“What?”

“Step in?”

I shook my head, motioning for her to walk. The sooner she was in her room and away from everyone else the better.

“You’d rather I left you at his mercy?” I said.

“Like you have any.” She snapped.

She looked at me then, with that tough girl stare she tried when her confidence was up.

Gods her eyes were incredible. Not just green but flecks of something like the whole beauty of the earth was mirrored in them.

Fuck. Get it together. That’s what she wanted me to think. That’s how they beguiled you. Sneaky little Fae. Tricking you with their beauty.

“If you know what’s best for you you’ll stay away from him.” I stated.

“Like I need to stay away from you?” She said.

I dropped my gaze, taking in her body, just as I had the other night, when I’d pinned her down. The urge to do it again, to press her into the wall, to press myself into her, was practically overwhelming.

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