Page 115 of Never Kiss a Fae
“By finding your spirit.” What the hell had my brother been teaching her all these weeks? How to fucking cry?
She held my gaze, the action unprecedented. “You can feel him.”
This was growing tiresome. “Have you not been listening to a word I’ve said?”
“I’ve heard every damn one,” she snapped, the tone one I wasn’t accustomed to hearing from a female. “I want you to tell me that you can feel him.”
“Of course I can. He’s my damn brother.” I took a step forward, ignoring the tensing Fire Fae at her side, and grabbed her chin. “And he’s your fucking mate. So honor him well, little queen, andfind him.”
She shook off my hold with a glower. “You’re nothing like him.”
I snorted. “Three weeks ago, I would have disagreed wholeheartedly. But seeing how weak he’s allowed you to be has me wondering otherwise.”
“Get out of my room.” She pointed to the door. “Now.”
Titus appeared to be readying himself for a fight. It would be one he’d lose, but male fae were protective of their mates. Hence, my current location.
Fucking Exos.
“Get dressed and meet me in the living room. You have five minutes before I come back in here and carry you out—naked or not.” I allowed my eyes to roam over her once more, this time in a slow perusal that caused her skin to flush in the wake of my gaze. “Well, at least you offer my brother something for his trouble.”
“Out!” she shouted, scrambling for the sheets.
I chuckled and left her growling obscenities behind me. Exos would be furious when he found out, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was his safe return, and someone needed to rouse the spoiled princess from her worthless emotions.
The three fae I’d stormed past in the living area all leapt up and knelt again, causing me to shake my head. “You’re supposed to be her guardians?”Pathetic.
“No, Sire,” the Air Fae replied, his lean, athletic form rising from the ground first. “Prince Exos requested I mentor her air abilities, but I haven’t agreed yet. Sol is one of my other mentees, and River is a friend of Titus’s.”
“And your name?” As he appeared to be the most important of the fae in this room, I wanted to know his identity. It would help me discern why Exos had entrusted him with Claire’s safety.
“Vox,” he replied.
Ah, yes. “You’re a royal descendant.” And one of the top students in his class. Exos had mentioned him briefly.
He grimaced. “I am, but I’ll never vie for the throne.”
“No, you won’t,” I agreed, sensing his power level. It was impressive, yes, but nowhere near that of the ruling king. “And you?” I glanced at the Earth Fae, whose presence rumbled the earth with slight vibrations. “You’ve not been assigned to Claire?”
“No,” he gritted out, not looking at me.
I nodded. “Well. It seems my brother was more concerned with bonding than establishing appropriate guardians.” My gaze fell to the Water Fae. “Your power is no match for Claire’s.”
He shook his floppy hair, his demeanor underlined in fear and frailty. “I’ve only helped temporarily; Exos has not assigned a water mentor to her yet.”
Because he was too busy getting his dick wet.
When I found my brother, I’d throttle him. This behavior wasn’t like him at all. Sure, he’d entertained females before—several, in fact. But not like this.
And to bond to one?
I sighed, irritated beyond measure. Perhaps fate had worked in our favor, because the Halfling’s life obviously required order.
As if hearing my thoughts, she appeared in the living area in a pair of jeans and a tank top, her close proximity to Titus telling. She trusted the Fire Fae more than anyone else in the room, which I expected considering their bond.
“All right, let’s get a few things straight,” I said, needing to seize control of this tenuous situation. “Vox? Your consideration is over. You’re officially one of Claire’s guardians and her air mentor.”
The Air Fae bristled, clearly not used to taking orders, which confirmed my suspicions. “Surely there’s another who could—”
