Page 30 of The Iron Fae
Then I’ll rid myself of the counsel.
It doesn’t work like that.
I sigh, pulling the blankets up to my chin.I don’t, uh, I don’t want to think about that right now. I just want to feel normal. And seeing as this is kind of, sort of, like texting but mentally I think it will help. Can we just talk about regular things?
I’ve never texted a day in my life.
Just think of it like a metaphor. You know what… just don’t worry about it. What are you doing?
Like right now?His thoughts shift with unease.
Yes.
I’m laying in bed.
Warmth cocoons around me, but I stretch out a hand on the sheets and imagine Lincoln propped against the pillows.Me too,I answer softly.
Between blinks, Lincoln’s image sprawled out in loose fitting black pants, always without a shirt, appears on my bed. I gasp. My fingers go through his hand, reaching for mine, as if he is a ghost.
I’m projecting. I’m still in your head, a figment of your imagination, if you will. No one else can see me.
You should be like this all the time.My skin tingles as I hover my hand over his.
It’s rather tiresome, but seeing as I’m about the go to sleep, I’d say it’s worth the energy.
His long dark hair falls to the side of his forehead as he leans to his side. His gaze, the iron cut pupil I’d missed seeing, fans over me. My fingers long to touch the hair on his chest, my lips wishful for a kiss. He’s just a figment of my imagination… untouchable.
“I miss you,” I say out loud.
He nods.I miss your annoyingly mortal self as well. Are you getting along with my brothers? Rowan is quite the hands-on type of man.
“Oh, he’s already confessed that he is pursuing me.” I try not to smirk. “But Kai… Kai has surprised me.”
Oh?
“He’s… kind, and funny. He gives me my space but also knows when to not.”
He’s a prince and he’s been trained well.
“I met your mother. And she is truly awful. Rowan says your father is a god? Is that true?”
Well, I haven’t met him so I couldn’t tell you.His shoulders shake with a small chuckle.And my mother is a special breed. Like most of the Fae you’ll be facing in your council or in other Courts.
“I wish I could touch you.” I draw a line down his abdomen, his image flickering as I do.
You just love to break the rules.
“What can I say? I’m a rebel.” I pause. “Would you let me touch you again? Despite the way you’re convinced we could never be?”
Why? Do you have more pent up energy that needs to be released? I’m sure Rowan would do the trick if you need a quick fuck.
I don’t hide the way I scowl or roll my eyes. “Lincoln, I’m not fucking your brother.Idon’t understand howyoudon’t understand how totally messed up that is. I want to touch you. I want to fight for you. I have my mind set on you.” I give him a sly smile. “And I can be pretty stubborn when I set my mind to something.”
And you’ve set your mind on me?
“Yes. I want you to fight for us. I’ll fight for you, too.”
That’s a slippery slope.
