Page 37 of Dark Fae's Secrets
I press my lips together to stop my smile at Jerrick’s furious face.
“Please,” I add on Rath’s behalf, unable to stop the unladylike snort that follows.
Trey snickers as well, and we lock eyes. He has been quite silent since we entered my office.
“Go and rest, Little Faerie. This can wait a day.”
I sigh. I don’t want to put it off any longer now that I have it in my head to tell everyone who I am. But I also know that something isn’t right with me. I don’t get sick. TheFaedon’t get sick unless it is with that rare disease that killed my grandmother, the one I’m named after.
“Get me my Dad, please,” I whisper and try to Puffport out to my room but find I’m too tired.
“Of course,” Rath says and disappears, taking Theo and Rook with the beckon of his godstaff.
My wand, which had been floating next to it this entire time, zooms to me, and I reach out so that it can slap against my palm. I close my hand over it and feel a tiny bit better.
Clutching it, I give Jerrick a weak smile, and he bends down to kiss the top of my head, then disappears to tell everyone to leave. I feel dreadful. In both the sense of feeling ill and also that everyone dropped what they were doing and came out to the Palace for an announcement that didn’t happen.
But I know that if I go out there looking and feeling like this, it will show them weakness, and I simply cannot do that.
Trey takes my arm and Puffports us upstairs to my room. He strips me off and slides a nightgown over my head. Settling me into bed and tucking me in, he gives me a questioning look.
“What?” I ask when he doesn’t say anything.
“Are you pregnant?” he blurts out, his cheeks actually going slightly pink.
Oh, he is adorable!
But his words make my blood run cold. Not because I don’t want a child, but because if that child turns out to behis,then I have to do something that he isn’t going to appreciate one bit.
I force a smile on my face. “I don’t know,” I reply in all honesty. “Who can tell?”
He blinks. “Oh,” he says, disappointed as if I was somehow privy to this information all of a sudden. “But you might be?” he presses after a beat.
“Maybe,” I say, stifling a yawn. I don’t want to answer these questions anymore. I’m too tired.
“All of the sex…” He pauses and frowns, “…with all of them,” he mutters. “You might be.”
“Maybe,” I say again and close my eyes, hoping he will get the hint.
He does and stands up. He gives me a distracted kiss. “I’ll let you get some rest,” he says and leaves me alone to contemplate what he said.
It is definitely more desirable than having some rare Fae disease that will kill me off. But that’s why I need to speak to my father. Maybe he can tell me if these symptoms are something or nothing.
Probably nothing.
My overactive brain is going into overdrive, and I’m being irrational and ridiculous.
I tell myself that I’m just tired and a good night’s rest will do me the world of good. I snuggle further into the bed and am fast asleep before my father arrives.
Turning over in bed, I groan, forcing my eyes to open in the growing daylight, flinching from the brightness. I hold my hand up to the curtains and bunch it into a fist, shutting them and blocking out the dawn light.
Surprised to find myself alone, I sit up and rub the back of my neck. I feel better than I did yesterday, but I wasn’t ready to wake up. Happy that I no longer feel dizzy, I climb out of bed and head to the shower.
Feeling the hot water hit my skin in a blissful downpour that eases away the last of my tiredness, I clean up and turn it off, thankful that all I needed was a good night’s rest. I’ve been burning the candle at both ends for a while now, it was bound to catch up with me.
Just as I finish getting dressed, there is a soft knock at the door.
“Savvie?” Dad calls out.
