Page 31 of Hellish Fae
“If you hate him, why do you summon him? Why do you cling to him? Why do you trust him?” The rage in his voice is evident.
I’m such a fucking idiot. Why did I kiss him? Why . . . why am I so bad at figuring out my own emotions?
“Why?” He echoes my own thoughts with impatience.
“Because!” I shriek with a shaking breath that I can’t seem to catch. The hurt in his amber eyes stings into me like a knife. But I force myself to finish my sentence. “Because he’s my mate.”
All three of them stare at me with shocked, dazed expressions.
I guess I’m more fucked up than they realized.
10
The Demonic Fae
Aries
Ispend several days avoiding the men living in this house. Maybe I should find my own treehouse and put us all out of our misery.
The only person I haven’t pissed off is Corva.
And that’s just because she’s too oblivious with her own life to notice mine.
Her wafting, smoky dress drifts around Damien in her living room/laboratory. She’s jotting down notes about his changes and the new runes she wants to try on him.
I sit curled up at the opposite end of the hard wooden couch with my blanket and pillow like I’m a fly on the wall during their testing.
I’ve done well to hide here. Sleep here and just dwell on what I’ve done with my life.
And what I’ll do with my life.
I thought what I needed to do was kill my brother to keep people safe. Now, I don’t think that’s my responsibility. I’m already carrying around an entire poltergeist for people. Maybe that’s enough? Maybe I should just live out my long life somewhere in the woods like my sister and let the Shadow Guard take care of the rest.
“Any changes this week? Scarring? Vomiting? Has your heart stopped again?” Corva asks Damien with big watchful eyes.
Has his heart stopped again? What the fuck, Corva.
“No. I’m still stable.” His voice is quiet and it sounds so gravelly, it’s like he forced the syllables out of his mouth.
I peer at him from behind my curtain of silver hair. I regret it instantly when my gaze collides with his.
Why can’t I just forget what happened in the bathroom? I can’t even go pee without feeling like a trash fae for what I did to him. Why can’t embarrassment amnesia be a thing right now?
But to be fair, he could have just left. This isn’t only my fault. He stayed. He kissed me back. No one twisted his dick and forced him to join in on the world’s most regrettable threesome.
It wasn’t even a threesome! It wasn’t! It was like . . . a play party. A naked play party. Where his fingers most definitely touched my clit, and I didn’t even ask him to.
I’m not the only guilty one here . . .
I’m not!
Stop arguing with yourself. It’s a pathetic debate of ill wits that does not justify your actions at all, Catherine cuts in like the cunt that she is.
I force a heavy breath from my lungs, blowing my long hair out in front of my face. I try my hardest to keep Damien off my mind while sitting three feet away from him.
“Why did you want her here?” Damien asks, catching my attention and pulling my mind off of the carousel of bad decisions.
Corva looks up from her notebook and little carved pencil. Her translucent smoky hair skims around her pale face, but it never disrupts her intense gaze.
