Page 51 of The Dark Fae Princess
“You’re bigger than the other ravens. I’ve not seen you in here before,” she points out with a frown.
“Only just got bigger,” I reply lightly.
Her eyes pin mine curiously. “What do you mean?”
I shrug. “Not really sure,” I say, edging a bit closer to her.
Her frown deepens.
“I was just a regular raven before you came in here with your drama,” I add with a smirk, unable to help teasing her.
Her eyes go wide, but then to my relief, she giggles. “Not short of that, I’m afraid. Seriously, though, thank you.”
“I wasn’t about to let you enter a blood oath under compulsion. That man is a fucking prick! You should tell your grandfather about this!” I practically yell at her.
“Speaking of my grandfather, does he know what you are?”
She has neatly sidestepped and we’re back to talking about me. “Yes. Not many others know, I don’t think. He likes to keep me a secret.”
“I find you fascinating,” she says, lowering her eyes in a flirty way that makes my blood roar through my veins, straight to my cock.
“Oh?” I croak out, my mouth going dry.
“You say your father is a Shifter?” she presses.
“Yes, a phoenix Shifter. Due to my mother being Dark Fae though, I ended up as a raven.” I give her a puzzled look, as I’m not really sure how that works. My parents are kind of no-shows in my life.
“Wow,” she says, looking impressed, but maybe I’m just imagining that. “Well, I think ravens are perfect.” She beams at me.
“Th-thanks,” I stutter like a damn fool.
I sense her about to end this conversation and leave, but I don’t know what else to say to make her stay. She gives me a nod and then heads for the Guard, still knocked out by Anders’s spell. She arranges him more comfortably and then sighs.
“I should go and tell someone about this,” she says.
“Okay,” I bleat and watch her head for the door. “It was you!” I blurt out suddenly at her retreating back. “That made me bigger. You latched onto my essence and drew on it, it gave you strength and it also gave me…a…s—strength,” I finish lamely as she turns around with an arched eyebrow.
She licks her lips as she contemplates my words. “What are you saying?” she asks carefully.
“That we’re connected, somehow, magickly.” I want the ground to open up and swallow me.
“You’re like my familiar?” she asks, struggling to keep the smile off her face.
My face is on fire as I look down and shove my hands into my jean’s pockets. “I dunno, maybe,” I say petulantly.
“Interesting,” she murmurs and then she Puffports out, leaving me to stare after her, feeling like the biggest idiot to have ever lived.
What must she think of me now? Does she think I’m trying to worm my way into her life by claiming these things? I felt it. She must’ve felt it. She knows that the strength didn’t come from her, doesn’t she?
Only the Guard groaning as he comes to, pulls me out of my whirling thoughts.
I bend down to help him up, my mind a mess and my emotions scattered. I’ve either cocked up big time, or just made the best decision that I’ve ever made.
It’s up to her now to let me know which.
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