Page 75 of Dark Fae's Desires
He shuts the door and looks at me curiously. “Everything okay?”
I nod. “Why can I feel you?” I blurt out. “I haven’t been able to feel you since the prison…”
His curious expression turns to one of surprise briefly before he smiles. “Your Queenly power growing, I assume.”
“Oh, of course.” I breathe out, relief flooding me until I assess the emotions that he is unconsciously throwing at me.
With a wary look on my face, I step back further.
“What do you feel?” he whispers.
“Everything,” I croak. “I feel everything you feel for me.”
“I see,” he mutters and gives me a shrewd look. “Help an old man out, sweetheart, as I don’t have your power.”
“What do you mean?” I stammer, my hand on my stomach as I try to process this. He is overwhelming me. Itry to wade through the sentiments to make sense of it all. Friendship, desire, lust. Love.
He comes closer to me and reaches his hand out. He lets his staff go to hover in mid-air again and my wand zooms out of the holster under my dress to join it in a show that would normally crack me up, but now I can barely take my next breath.
“May I?” he asks.
I nod, wishing he would touch me. I need it suddenly to take that next breath.
He gives me a slow smile and curls a piece of wayward hair around my ear.
“What you feel for me, is it real?” I rasp, not trusting my empathic ability right now.
“Tell me what you feel from me.” His eyes search mine in that penetrating way of his that makes my palms sweat.
I lick my lips and his eyes drop to my mouth briefly.
“Tell me,” I demand him quietly.
“I treasure our friendship, my Queen,” he says in a normal tone, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles.
My heart plummets.
Am I reading him all wrong?
“Friendship?” I mutter.
“We are friends, are we not?” he asks mildly.
“Yes,” I stutter.
“But what I feel for you, Savannah, goes past friendship, past mere lust. You have captured my heart and my desire for you is insurmountable.”
I love the way my name sounds on his lips.
“Desire,” I repeat, devastated that is all it is. My powers are definitely on the fritz. I thought I felt more than that from him.
“You require more?” he asks earnestly.
I lift my chin, not prepared to show him how hurt I am.
“Only if you have it to give,” I practically spit out.
“Do you?” he asks, drawing back from my venomous tone. “You say you can feel my emotions, my Queen, but I am not so lucky. You have given me nothing.”
