Page 53 of Dark Fae's Desires
“The one you killed Anders with. I saw the body; I know what you used. Where is it?”
His slight demand pisses me off.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You don’t trust me?” he asks, placing his hand on his heart. “I’m wounded.”
“I doubt that much can wound your heart.”
“Oh, cold,” he says with a laugh, moving right underneath the steps to look up at me. “Something tells me, you can.”
I thank the gods—not him—that I’m wearing a long dress, or he’d be able to see right up it from where he’s standing right now. I decide height is not an advantage in this conversation, so I quickly descend the steps and then give him a level look.
His gaze bores into mine, almost smoldering with its intensity.
“What if I do have a wand?” I ask with a sigh. I couldn’t win a staring contest with him if he were a stone statue. “What’s it to you?”
“Savenir had a wand. It was her version of her god-staff,” he replies.
“Are you suggesting that I’m using hers?” I scoff. “Because this is mine. Made withmyblood and way too much black magick.”
“Indeed,” he purses his lips. “I have no doubt that it is yours, my dear. Who made it for you?”
I see no point in lying to him now. He already knows I have it. “The Weapons Enchantress.”
“And might you direct me to her whereabouts?”
“She resides out near the barracks. What do you want with her?”
“I want to know whereshegot the wand.”
“I already told you, it’s mine,” I snap.
“I know it is. Calm yourself. But she got the stick from somewhere. I want to know where.”
“You think she magickly found Savenir’s old wand and reignited it to make it mine?” I joke, but my laugh falters as he gives me a very serious look.
“Yes,” he says. “I do.”
“Oh,” I say, stumped. I have nowhere to go with this conversation now.
Asshole. Why does his tale have to be so convincing, socompelling? I don’t want it to be. I don’t want to be a goddess. Do I?
No, I don’t.
Do I?
No, really, I don’t.
But,doI?
Aaah! I will drive myself as loopy as Ambrosia if this carries on.
“Fine,” I say with a sigh as he continues to stare at me with his glowing green eyes.
“It really is remarkable, you know,” he says. “How much you look like her.”
I bite the inside of my lip, a question suddenly bouncing around my head. It must show on my face as he gives me a smirk.
