How to Fake It with a Fae (Seven Suitors for Seven Witches #1)

by Amy Boyles

“Nana always said that cities were only good for two things⁠—” We say in unison, “Forgetting who you are and where you come from.”

In my opinion, those who dislike puppies and kittens as well as nonreaders are without souls.

“I didn’t catch your name.” “That’s because I didn’t throw it at you,” I retort.

Well, the one upside is that I’m not a virgin, so he can’t drink my blood.

Because deep down I’ve been spending my life thinking that I’m not worthy or good enough, but if there’s one thing that spending time with Feylin’s taught me, it’s that I’m more than the sum of what I’m not capable of.

“Because darling”—she magicks away the screens and I step forward—“I know when a man’s in love, and that man is desperately in love with you.”

Because he’s settled into my bones like minerals. He’s become so much a part of my life that I can’t imagine him not being in it, and I realize that I don’t want a life that he’s not a part of. Which is when I also realize that if Feylin loves me, then I love him, too. Which terrifies me more than anything.

“You mentioned the joining. Yes, it ties us to one another. But even if we’d never joined, fate would have brought us together, because nothing and no one could’ve hidden you from me. Not even the heavens could’ve secreted you away. If they’d needed to, the earth and the sky would’ve changed places so that you and I could find one another, because from the first moment we met, I wanted to carve out a space in my life for you, and nothing on this earth or beyond would’ve stopped me from doing that.”

“You have changed me, and for once a fae myth is right. I didn’t say it when you mentioned it, too soon and all, but we believe that a joined couple signifies true love, and I’ve come to believe that.” My mouth’s a desert it’s so dry, but I know there’s one more question to ask, one more thing that’ll push us to where we’re supposed to be. “How do you know?” He spreads his fingers and threads them through mine again. His gaze is on our hands when he says, “Because if this isn’t true love, then true love doesn’t exist.”

Love was here, with me, in my heart, but it was sucked away, and I’ll never get it back. Never.