Page 55 of Dark Fae's Secrets
I nod slowly. “Did he touch her?”
“No.”
“Did she touch him?”
“No. But who knows what happened after he shooed me away.”
Hissing as the pain of that resonates through my body, knifing me in the heart.
“Shut the fuck up,” Trey snarls.
He comes over and kneels in front of me. “You know Jerrick. You know that he wouldn’t betray you.”
“Then what is he doing there?” I bellow in his face. “Even if this is some big ploy to kill Ambrosia, he is still betraying me, for fuck’s sake!”
He gives me a slow blink to let me know that he didn’t appreciate being spat on as I yelled in his face. I would laugh if I didn’t feel so scared and hurt.
“We have to trust that he has a plan.”
I shake my head. I want to. I want to believe in him. What kind of woman does it make me if I jump to all the wrong conclusions and not trust him? I don’t want to be that woman, but he is making it very hard. I start to tremble and place my hand on the glass of the window. It freezes over instantly where my hand rests, matching the ice in my heart. This is how my men felt when I was so determined to kill Anders myself and now this has come full circle. Breathing deeply, I close my eyes and try my damndest to calm down and not panic.
“Savannah,” Rath says, coming closer and also kneeling in front of me. “You know him.”
“I thought I did. But who knows now?”
“You do. We all do,” he insists.
Glaring at him, I feel the ice push out of the window into the elements. It turns to snow that starts to fall rapidly from the sky, making the resting ravens outside my window squawk and fly off.
“What is that?” Rook asks quietly, going to the window to peer out.
I stand up abruptly, nearly knocking the two kneeling men onto their asses. “I can’t believe this is happening,” I mutter. “I want to believe in him, I want to…”
My paranoia is getting the better of me. I know Jerrick wouldn’t do this. Not with anyone, but especially not withher. But something deep, dark and terrifying is making me believe he would. The tide is rising, and I can’t stop it. I drop to my knees and let out a cry of anguish. If I’ve lost him to her, I will feel like a part of me has died. If this was his plan all along, to seduce me and then betray me from within, Iwillkill him. The ground starts to shake underneath us, the Palace windows rattling.
My mind is swamped with doubt, baring down on me, physically forcing my cheek to the floor under its crushing weight. I barely hear the knock at the door, nor register Trey opening it a crack to tell whoever it is to fuck off.
Coming slightly to my senses when my grandfather kicks the door practically off its hinges and stalks over to me, dragging me up by my elbow.
“Girl, you need to pull yourself together. You are a Queen and the fucking Faerie goddess. Thanks for telling me that, by the way. I had to hear it from your father,” he growls. “You need to stop that snow, or you will destroy the Dark Fae Kingdom.”
“Snow?” Rook asks.
I stare at Gramps. He isn’t angry, just cautious. “I’m sorry,” I bleat.
“Take a breath, calm down and stop the snow. Over four feet has fallen. Our crops, the fauna and flora, they can’t take this kind of weather. It’s not natural.”
Pushing back the suffocating doubt in Jerrick, I shake my head and focus. I pull back and look at him, ashamed.
“Tell me what happened,” he says kindly.
Opening my mouth, no words come out, so I turn from him as Rath fills him in on everything that we know. I put my handon my head and my other hand on my hip. I concentrate on breathing in. Snow was an unbelievably bad idea. It came from my deep emotions about Jerrick. It doesn’t fall here. Never has, never will. I didn’t even know that I could create a blizzard. Savenir was Mother Nature, though, so I guess that means that I am as well.
I shiver and hear Jerrick say, “Trust me, Princess.”
Spinning around so quickly, I go dizzy. “Jerrick?”
Five puzzled faces look back at me, none of them my big, brooding Guard though.
