Page 42 of Dark Fae's Secrets
I go on full alert. She is standing in the middle of thousands of Fae. If they decide to turn on her, I will show them what a god can really do with his power to protect his goddess.
The other men have pressed in closer to her; they are also protecting her, and I find myself glad that there are so many men who will die for her if need be. She must be protected at all costs, from every slight. I will not allow any harm to come to her. She is the future. She ismyfuture. A child born from us will be the most powerful of all other creatures. The child will be a demi-god and heir to both of our powers should anything ever happen to us. They will consist of half-Dragon and Half-Faerie. It is the race that was always meant to be. I know that now. Savenir and I were never meant to create separate races. We were meant to create a new one together, but that wasn’t our destiny. Itismine and Savannah’s. We may be a few thousand years late, but we can accomplish this with the blood of our child.
My initial thoughts of taking back Earth and ruling over all the creatures was an archaic and foolish knee-jerk reaction to being free. Being with Savvie and seeing her grow so much over these few short weeks has been an absolute revelation. There is no one else in any of the network of Realms that I would rather have my destiny tied to. She is a fierce woman. A protector. Afighter. But she can love like no other woman I have come across before. Not just because she gives her heart to more than one, but because she gives herwholeheart to each of us. She is spectacular, and while we wait with bated breath to see what the Dark Fae will say to her request, I know that she is carrying mychild already. I canfeelthe power growing inside her. Our first time together was all it took. It will be a while before she realizes, even longer before she knows it’s mine. I will keep this as my little secret, knowing that I have something with her that the other men don’t. It’s not a competition; I don’t see it that way. I see it as something that isours. She is, of course, free to have other children with them. As many as she chooses. More with me. But this first one… it is ours.
“Speak up!” I say loudly into the silence. I can see it is taking its toll on Savvie. She is getting nervous. Sparks of lightning are flickering around her hands, which will aggravate her wand into doing something erratic if we aren’t careful.
“I’m in!” someone calls from further into the crowd. “I am tired of the fighting and wars. It is time for peace between our races!”
“Here, here!” resounds around the Hall, and I give Savvie a grin as she catches my eye and gives me a relieved stare.
“We will accomplish so much!” she says. “But if you have any reservations, please come and see me. You are free to air your concerns, and I will do my best to reassure you.”
I purse my lips at her. Personally, I wouldn’t have given them that choice, but instantly the crowd responds to it as if they’re say matters, and I applaud her. She has got this Ruler thing down to a fine art. The people love her, and it is what she deserves.
Taking her hand, I give it a quick squeeze, wanting to stroke her belly but keeping my hands off her.
This was easy for her, and I’m glad. I fear that going to the Light Fae will be a whole lot more difficult.
But it’s a start.
Chapter 22
Savannah
Inhaling deeply, I close my eyes and stretch my arms high above my head and then bend over to touch my toes as I breathe out.
I’m trying to relax, but it isn’t working very well.
The meeting in the Hall yesterday was quite fraught for a moment. I can’t believe the betrayal of Harris. I know that Jerrick is going to take the hit of it badly. He will think he should’ve known, but how could he? His dormant empathic ability only reawakened because of me and onlywithme and also possibly Rook, so he had no way of knowing that Harris was plotting with Ambrosia all this time. Jerrick has uncovered all sorts of betrayals, but he won’t rest until he gets them all. He hasn’t stepped foot outside of the interrogation room since yesterday, and I’m getting a bit worried about him.
Hence, why I’m trying to relax now with some yoga that Arathia taught me. I adopt warrior pose and stand there contemplating my next move.
Honestly, I think the best way to play this is to let the information filter out to the Light Fae. I know that there areseveral relationships going on between the Dark and Light, both friendship and sexual. There is no way that someone isn’t spilling the beans right now with pillow talk or over a glass of ale at one of the more neutral inns on the border between our lands. If my people are talking about it, then the Light will also be talking about it soon enough, and you can bet your last gold coin that Ambrosia will go stark-raving mad when she hears about it. She will be over here like a flash. Hopefully, we can contain her long enough for me to head on over to the Light Fae lands and give them an altered speech to the one I gave yesterday, with more emphasis on the acceptance, equality and unity for all.
I move into downward dog and hear the door of the meditation room open. I shuffle my legs open so that I can see straight through them and give a smile to the man standing there.
“Hey,” I say to Rook and stand up straight.
“Oh, don’t move on my account,” he says with a chuckle. “I was enjoying the view.”
Just to tease him, and because I suddenly feel myself in a wicked mood, I oblige him and bend over again, giving him a good view of my rear end sticking up.
“Now you’re just being naughty,” he laughs.
“Why are you still standing there, man?” Trey asks, also coming into the room and seeing my ass before anything else. “If that had been me, I’d already be ramming into her.”
I laugh and lower myself to the mats, beckoning them closer. “It isn’t first come, first served,” I say and then laugh harder. “I mean, first arrived, first come.”
“Shit, you are being naughty now,” Trey says and pounces on me, flattening me underneath him on the mats.
“What other way is there to be?” I ask before I grab his shirt and drag him even closer to me, claiming his mouth with mine.
“Not fair,” Rook grumbles. “I was trying to be a gentleman.”
“Since when?” Trey asks, pulling his mouth from mine for long enough to speak before devouring my lips again. “You are as rabid as the rest of us.”
“Well, suppose I can’t argue with that,” he says and shoves at Trey. “Let me in.”
