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.

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.

My stomach plummets. His Majesty. He really is a king. Great. I’m just a powerless witch who’s now fake-engaged to a fae king. Talk about having a heavy dose of imposter syndrome.

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.

scoff. “How do you know?” “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.”

“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.”

“You, Addison Thornrose, you have wrecked me,”

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

I was right never to want to love. All it does is destroy your heart and your life. It’s not worth it. Loving isn’t worth it.

Then why won’t that damned picture of her crying leave my head? Because it was the way she sobbed. The thought penetrates my mind before I’m able to stop it. She wasn’t crying just because of the shop’s loss. It was because of something else, something more. Me. It was because of me.

“If this isn’t true love,” he whispers. Taking his hand, I kiss his knuckles. “Then true love doesn’t exist.”