What Did You Do? (Infatuated Fae, #2)

by Jeneane O'Riley

It was beautiful—it just felt like someone else’s beautiful.

Their ability to absorb another’s powers and leave them a powerless mortal is unforgiveable in the eyes of all fae, and that is only one of your gifts.”

“Things worth having are things worth waiting for,” I whispered.

“You are an alluring rose with secret thorns. A droplet of rain fighting to quench and to drown,” he said, looking deranged and enthralled all at the same time. “You are my only care in life.”

“I am nothing more than a soul without residence since you left me, and I refuse to bear a life without you.

Should I die, let it be by your hand, so that your touch is what I remember when I haunt every single dwelling you inhabit.

“You taste like sadness. Or a rainy day that doesn’t know light should be in the sky,” he whispered against my lips.

Those that hide their darkness under a mask of beauty and good are filled with the worst kind of evil—the kind that will betray and trick you once you trust it.

I am possessed with a cruel and bloody love that collapses and suffocates, squeezes and rips until scars and bruises are the only traces left.

But like everything else in life, sometimes the most beautiful things are the most hideous.

“You know what’s so great about being nothing?” asked the man. “You can become whatever you want.”

“Mendax is rolling over in his grave with a stiff dick somewhere right now,”