Page 46 of Hellish Fae
And someday, I’ll never see her again.
“Your brother’s in the central tower of the castle with a guest of high importance,” I say flatly, cutting right to what I know she’s searching for.
“Oh,” she whispers but her eyes are wide and search my face.
She knows it’s the truth. I’d never lie to her. If I could, we would be perfect mates without so much hate tainting our relationship.
She steps back from me one foot after the other, but she never looks away from my smooth features. I have to keep my feelings to myself. Shoving my emotions down her throat isn’t what she wants. If I’m careful, if I’m patient and resilient, she’ll come back to me.
“Thank you, Krave,” she says politely, like a total stranger thanking someone for holding the door.
I fucking hate myself.
But I smile a gleaming, wicked smile that she watches slice up my face. My fingers tick at my side and I release a trail of glittering black smoke as I try to clear my tangled thoughts and endless emotions.
She rushes the small space she put between us, and my heart stops dead in my chest when her warm palms push against the smooth planes of my chest. On the toes of her shoes, she leans into me, and I don’t move a single fucking inch beneath her. Even as her lips graze my jaw. Her scent washes over me bringing a sexy memory of lust and a corrupted form of love. Her bare skin and silk bra brush over the bar piercing my nipple, and I wish like hell she knew what her body felt like against mine.
I wish she’d let me show her.
My palm lifts, and I almost hold her against me to soothe my pounding heartbeat. But she slips away as fast as she came.
My mouth parts as I watch her go. The door closes with a gentle click.
I’m alone again with just my thoughts.
“You’re welcome, Aries,” I whisper to no one. My heart beats against my chest as if it might race after her.
With too many thoughts jumbling my mind, I lean back against her father’s desk and wait for my handler, who will be here in just a few hours.
I may be an incubus, but my handler never captured me to be his sex slave.
He captured me to seduce his daughter in the Bin, to watch her, babysit her, and steal away all her little dark secrets for himself.
And I did.
And I fucked everything up in the process.
15
Secrets in the Dark
Aries
When I reach the dark stairway, I kick off my heels, and my feet pad soundlessly onto the cold stone steps.
A warm palm wraps around my wrist. I peer back at Zaviar, and the way he looks at me now feels different and yet the same.
There’s still that hardness in his gaze, but it’s not anger and frustration. It’s . . . concern, I think.
His lips part as if he might talk me out of all this, but I beat him to it.
“Stay here. I can shadow bend if I need to. If anything goes bad, I’ll fly right back down to you. We can’t smoke out but we’ll have to find a window.” I say it in a way that it’s not open for discussion. Telling someone rather than asking is possibly the one good thing my father ever taught me.
“Okay,” he whispers.
His hold on me reluctantly releases, and I give him a small, tense smile before disappearing into the darkness.
I feel it like a physical thing as I climb higher and higher into the tower. The shadows caress my skin. The darkness slides over me as if it’s a blanket I’m hiding under rather than walking through.
