Page 15 of The Dark Fae Princess
“Yes, well, just a few kisses are not going to satisfy me, Princess,” he snaps, quite nastily, at me.
I gasp and draw back slightly. “How dare you throw that in my face!” I shout at him, causing a few stragglers to look back at us, curiosity etched on their features.
Jerrick stops walking, forcing me to as well so that I can give him an evil glare that would kill a house plant.
“Savannah. That’s not what…” he sighs as I hiss at him, hooking my fingers into claws in his face.
“Save it,” I interrupt him. “I know that I can’t give it all up for you, but I was willing to try compromising to keep you happy. Clearly, that isn’t enough for you!” I stalk off, knowing that my words are true, if not exactly thought of before now to make my point to him. We can’t have sex, but we can sure as shit do everything else. I want to. My body is aching to be touched by him. I want his mouth on me in all of my naughty places. In fact, I really don’t see why he is being such a dick about this. Aren’t men supposed to be the ones doing the convincing?
I stalk ahead of him into the palace as he calls after me, but I ignore him and decide to find Trey instead. I see him straight away, laughing in a crowd of people.
His eyes find mine, almost as if heknewI was standing there staring at him and he excuses himself to make his way over to me.
“Princess,” he greets me and bows slightly. “I’m so glad you came.” He takes my hand and kisses it, his eyes glittering at the clear double entendre of his last word.
I can’t help the giggle that escapes my lips. “I feel it is my duty to warn you of something,” I say as he drops my hand to my disappointment. I quite liked it in his.
His eyes flash dangerously. “What’s that then?” His tone has gone quite cold. I can see it is his hard exterior that he uses as a defense mechanism. I know his real self is the one that smiles that slow, sexy smile when he looks at me.
So, I ignore it.
“Well,” I say conspiratorially, sliding up into his personal space and lowering my voice. He glares down at me but doesn’t move. “I have it on good authority that my Aunt Ambrosia has set her sights on you.”
His eyes light up as he raises his eyebrows.
“However, I feel I should tell you that she is a complete drama queen and you definitely shouldn’t take her on.”
After a beat, where he gives me an incredulous look, he laughs out loud, his brown eyes twinkling with amusement and showing me his real self again. “Jealous, Little Faerie?” he asks with a smirk.
“Pah!” I scoff. “Of her? No way.”
“Hm,” he murmurs, taking my hand again. “I think you’re trying to get rid of the competition.”
“Fancy yourself quite highly there, don’t you?”
He shrugs. “I know my worth.”
“So do I,” I retort.
Again, he gives me a once-over that makes my nipples tighten and he kisses my hand. “Yes, you are definitely worth something, Princess.” He drops my hand and then turns to leave. “Thanks for the heads up,” he adds over his shoulder. “I don’t do drama.”
“Anytime,” I murmur and watch him walk away.
Quite pleased with my accomplishment, however small, in taking Ambrosia down a peg or two, I decide to give Jerrick a chance to explain himself.
I make my way through throngs of people, chatting and enjoying themselves in this bright, white palace. It is making my eyes water. Too much white and gold. I couldn’t live here. I’d have a constant migraine.
I peek out of the windows of the foyer, into the front courtyard and see Jerrick straight away. He is a huge mountain of a man amongst the leaner Light Fae. He is standing off to the side, glowering at everything and everyone in sight. He is thoroughly pissed off so maybe it’s best to leave him to cool off for a bit longer.
I edge back into the palace, seeing the shimmer of magic everywhere I turn. I shake my head and keep my wits about me, even though my head is now starting to pound. I find a ladies room off the foyer and slip gratefully inside. It’s empty to my relief. I run some cold water and then stick my wrists under it to cool me down. I’ve suddenly gone hot and sweaty and lightheaded.
I groan and pat a bit of the icy water on my cheeks and forehead. I stifle my noise of annoyance as the door opens to let the din in for a few seconds before closing again with a thump. I hope whoever it is hurries up and leaves me alone again.
I feel a presence behind and jump when the King’s voice whispers in my ear. “Hello, Savannah. We are all alone in here. Your guard dog has been waylaid this time. Take me to your mother. Now.”
He takes me by the shoulders and spins me around, jarring my aching head. I’m in no position to shake this coercion off me right now. Did he do this to me so that I couldn’t?
I’m about to nod and do exactly as he’s asked when a loud bang and roar of merriment outside, breaks the spell’s hold on me enough for me to shake free of it.
