Page 52 of Hellish Fae
Without a word, I slip out, sneaking upstairs, and finding comfort in that netted nest that I hated so much the first day I came here.
It’s strange how things change sometimes.
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Danger
Ryke
Long black feathers tipped in silver cover her smooth skin like a blanket, wrapping her up in deep slumber. Her lips are still red and plump from our kiss, and I’ve never found comfort in hurting someone with a single kiss until today.
The three of us stand on the wooden platform and stare down on our little crow in her nest.
I like her here. I like her fucking chaotic life, and all the mess she brings with her.
Zaviar doesn’t exactly feel the same way, but I can tell he doesn’t hate her like he once did. And that’s an improvement for someone like him.
Damien, Damien would have adopted her like a pet the moment he laid eyes on her.
He’s a fool like that.
“I heard her brother tonight. He’s going to get the thing that’s inside Aries and send it back to the Voren Empire to stop demons from being welcome in the fae realm,” Zaviar says quietly.
The wind ripples through the night and breezes through his pink feathers, but he hasn’t bitched about them the way he did earlier today.
He’s worried about her.
I bet he’s worried about his brother, too. What will happen to fallen angels if demons are sent away from this place to live with their own kind?
The two of them have their own secrets I can tell. I don’t know what they’re hiding between the two of them, but they are hiding something.
It’s just none of my damn business.
“What do you think he’ll do to her?” Damien asks, focusing on her instead of himself. His wings are fully formed, large with impressive flawlessness to the leather-like flesh extending from his shoulders. He’ll be sore for days but it doesn’t seem like his pain is even a thought in his mind.
My arms fold hard over my chest as too many possibilities slam through my mind. None of them good.
“Isn’t it obvious?” a voice says with a tone like a child’s lullaby.
The three of us turn at once, our boots stomping hard to ward off whoever’s invaded our home.
That fucking incubus smiles with a mouthful of glittering white teeth that shine in the moonlight.
“Miss me?” he asks with a wink that makes me want to knock it right off his face.
“You’re not welcome here. Not even by Aries if I remember right.” My words are meant to sting, and even though his manic smile never falters, I know it hurts him.
“You know what her brother is planning?” Damien asks, stepping forward as if he wants to hear what this demon has to say more than anything else.
Krave tilts his head, his inky hair sweeping over the metal piercing his brow.
“I’m the castle pet. Of course I know what her brother is planning. If you three had half a functioning brain between you, you would figure it out as well.” He doesn’t speak maliciously. He says that shitty remark casually as though he’s speaking about the weather.
Everything about him sets my nerves running wild through my body.DANGER. DANGER. DANGER, my instincts scream.
And yet, I stand here patiently watching the performance he puts on with the slow gait of his steps, the sparkling magic he emits from his fingertips, the glittering flecks floating around him like he’s stepped right out of the galaxy above to send us a message.
“Have you fucked her?” he asks instead, his smile carving, but his black eyes narrowing on me.
