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“I might have… embedded… our language into your mind long ago,” she said with a shamed expression. “Since I occasionally slip into it without thinking. Figured it would be easier if it sounded like English to you. You even reply in faerie to me sometimes, and it still sounds like English to you.”
He was every book boyfriend I’d ever dreamed of wrapped up in one package, and he’d probably be the reason I died today. If there was a walking red flag in a book, that was my man. Apparently, the same went for real life. Typical.
He looked grave. “It runs for the next thirty Earth days.” His eyes and expression darkened. “During that time, you belong to me, human. Mine to own, control, and destroy. You should start praying that your body can contain the force of mine, because there’s no other choice. It is time.”
“I don’t need protection from a fae just because it looks different,” I shot back, annoyed. “I just need to know which ones will kill me, then I can do my best to avoid them based on my need to make it to my next birthday.”
“But unicorns,” I said with reverence, clasping my hands tightly before me. “They’re so magical.”
“Second breakfast is my favorite though.” Lexie snorted, spraying me with some bread, and then we both dissolved into laughter. “Shit, sorry. I was just remembering the time you went on a date and asked him about second breakfast, and when he had no idea what you were talking about, you picked up your stuff and left.” More laughter spilled from me. “I have hard limits, okay. And that’s one of them.”
Nothing said romance like an offering of your enemies’ heads. Wait, what?
