Page 62 of Dark Fae's Secrets
“Trey?” Savvie calls, and I turn to her with a smile. “You ready?”
“I’m not doing this,” I say.
“Oh?” she asks tightly.
“Look, it isn’t about not wanting to, but I want to avoid that magick latching onto the wrong side of me.”
She gives me a curious stare and I feel all the other’s eyes land on me.
“Sure, it could give me super Dragon powers, but it could also give me superLight Faepowers. I don’t want that. I feel that Iam quite capable of helping you the way that I am. I know that we are supposed to all be on board with welcoming the Light Fae to our side, and I am, but I know now that I don’t want to be one of them. I hope that you can understand that.”
She gives me a searching look before she nods. “Of course. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You will be able to get through the barrier anyway because of your Light Fae side.”
I give her a brief smile. I came here to learn about the Light Fae and to explore the Fae side of me. It took me all of a day to realize that I’m not interested in being one of them. Yes, it brought Savvie to me, but as far as I’m concerned, that’s it. Job done. She made it quite clear that she no longer requires me as her Fae mate to unite the Kingdoms, so pursuing being a Light Fae is, as she put it, moot. I can only hold out hope that I’m not wrong about my suspicions about her being pregnant and that the child is mine. We were together, just the two of us, for several days, making love non-stop. I have as good a chance as any of them, and with Theo having always been out of the running, it narrows it down further.
I cut my gaze to the Vampire now, gazing at Rath. Whatever the fuck is going on with the two of them had better not hurt Savvie in any way whatsoever, or I will kill them both.
“Let’s do this, then,” she says quietly and kneels in front of Rath.
Rook joins her, staying as close to her as he can.
“You don’t need to do this,” she says to him. “You can already pass through the barrier.”
“I’m not taking on the magick,” Rook says, gripping her hand tightly. “I just want to make sure that if you need me, I’m here.”
She gives him a soft smile, which is going to precede a stunning blow to his ego that she doesn’t even realize will hurt him.
“You’ve done enough,” she says. “I won’t use you as my familiar again. It is hurting you, and I can’t stand that.”
Time stands still for just a moment. Then he gives her a forced smile. “I appreciate that, but I’m fine,” he says through gritted teeth.
I step in because this is just going to end up in a hurtful argument that none of us have the time or energy for right now.
“Sit this one out, and we can talk about it later,” I say, sitting on Savvie’s other side and taking her hand but looking around her at Rook. “You’ve died twice in the last few days; we don’t want to lose you again. Rebuild your strength, and then things can go back to the way they were.”
He looks about to argue, but at my hard glare, he closes his mouth and nods glumly.
“I’m still coming,” he mutters mutinously.
“Of course you are,” I say, squeezing Savvie’s hand. “Now, can we do this, please? I want to make sure that Savvie is okay before we head on over to take back Jerrick and get rid of Ambrosia once and for all.”
Unless she’s already dead and Jerrick is imprisoned. Or worse.
“Are you sure you need to do this?” Theo asks her quietly. “Will being the Faerie goddess not give you immunity to the Light Fae powers?”
“Possibly,” she says with a shrug. “Probably. But I don’t want to waste time in finding out and then having to come back here and do this. If you take Rath’s potion, and then add your blood to it, when I drink it, it will latch onto my teeny tiny Vampire part that my parents insist that I have and supercharge it. I hope,” she adds with a small laugh.
“You hope to be a Vampire?” Theo asks with a small smirk that she giggles at.
“I know, I know… detest no more. I’ll even bite you if you ask nicely.”
“Detest no more, thank fuck.”
“Never reallyyou,” she reassures him. “Just the whole Faerie silver thing.”
“I know,” he says lightly, and I watch for a deeper reaction, but there is none. He isn’t offended.
The mood lightens considerably, then. Even though we are storming the castle, so to speak, we all smile at each other, and then Rath clears his throat.
