Page 92 of Beyond the Faerie Gate

I climb to my feet, take a deep breath, and offer my hand to help her up once more.

She cocks her head to one side, questioning the gesture.

“I’m… working on it. It’s easier when I know it’s coming.”

After a long, quiet moment where she studies my face intently, she takes me at my word. Her palm is soft in mine, warm and gentle as she squeezes softly.

“If you ever want me to stop, you need to tell me,” she insists, as I tug her to her feet. “I don’t want to do anything that will make you uncomfortable.”

I’m soaking up her concern like a sponge.

“I promise,” I murmur, releasing her and running my fingers back over the valravn tattoo on my neck until my wings burst free once more. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

She bites her lip and nods. “If I don’t like it, do you promise to help Lore break me out?”

I laugh. Is that what she’s worried about? That she won’t enjoy herself? “The redcap promised that?”

“He did.”

Lorcan is going to get his ass handed to him by Florian if he isn’t careful, but I don’t tell her that. “If you’re even the slightest bit uncomfortable, we’ll leave.”

And if it happens before one of my old ‘clients’ catches up to me, then I’ll be damned grateful.

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