Page 56 of Dark Fae's Secrets
“Jerrick?” I mumble.
“I don’t have much time, Princess. Just trust me.”
“What are you doing?” I shriek out loud, even knowing his voice was in my head. He has connected to my empathic ability to communicate with me telepathically. This has happened once before for a brief moment, but not since.
“Savvie, I’m doing this for you. I need to protect you. Please say you trust me,” he says urgently.
He must’ve known how I was feeling a few minutes ago.
“I trust you, but come home. Don't stay there with her.”
“I must. It is the only way to keep you safe.”
“No…”
“Savvie! She has hundreds of followers. One word from her and you won’t see it coming… please… I own’t betray you but you have to trust in me. Say it.”
“What?” I shake my head again, but this time in disbelief. “Hundreds?”
“I love you, remember that, always. Say you trust me.”
His words fire up my possessiveness in a way that I never thought was possible. If she touches him, I will rip her skin off inch by fucking, painful inch.
“I trust you!” I scream at nothing, not caring that my other lovers and grandfather are staring at me in shock. It takes everything I have to push the force of doubt away.
Silence.
“Jerrick?” My voice goes up an octave, which I didn’t even know it could do. “Jerrick?”
Still silence.
He’s gone. Severed his connection to me.
“Jerrick.” I sob openly, knowing I need to pull myself together, but it feels like my life is crumbling down around me.
“He connected to you telepathically?” Gramps breaks the silence that follows.
I nod, sniffing slightly.
“I see,” he mutters.
“He said that Ambrosia has hundreds of followers here. That he is doing this to protect me. Fuck. That!” I roar and turn towards the closet, flinging the doors open and rifling through it until I find my fighting gear. I am going over there to kick some serious ass. His included.
“Savvie,” a soft voice calls my name and makes me stop what I’m doing to turn around.
“Grams,” I say as she comes into the room.
“I heard everything,” she starts. “I’m sorry that I have been distant with you. It has been hard losing Ambrosia but that wasn’t your fault. Your grandfather was right to overlook her as his heir. She has always been impetuous and hot-headed. When you arrived here, she felt threatened, and she has been on the attack ever since. I should have done more to stop her. I’m sorry.”
I go to her and take her in my arms. “This isn’t your fault either. Only Ambrosia is to blame for her actions.”
We hug for a moment before Grams pulls away and clears her throat, getting a down-to-business look on her face.
“She has always been in love with Jerrick,” Grams states, much to Gramps’s disgust.
I don’t know whether to laugh or be insulted.
“She is using those feelings now to manipulate him, it seems, into being with her to save you.” She gives me a soft look. “He would do anything for you. The second he laid eyes on you, he fell for you. I was there. I saw it. I knew it would cause problems down the line, but I also thought that you would never be with him. Your destiny was always going to be as Queen, to marry a Light Fae, and I had Ambrosia to consider. She has chased him over the years only to be rebuffed time and again. As soon as she caught wind of his feelings for you, it was the start of the petty fighting you and she engaged in. The jealousy and envy she felt over your coming here was something that I should have done more to prevent. But she was my little girl. My daughter that I waited three thousand years to bear, but it doesn’t excuse any of this. It doesn’t excuse her reckless and thoughtless behavior. She needs to be held accountable for her actions now. She needs to be returned here and brought to justice for her crimes. She has committed acts of treason that cannot be overlooked. Not even by her mother.”
