How Does It Feel? (Infatuated Fae, #1)

by Jeneane O'Riley

He tilted his head up and squinted to see me beneath heavy lashes, and then he spit on me.

I laughed uncontrollably at this. was very unexpected LOL

“Everything is fine, Dirac,” the prince said, never once taking his deranged blue eyes from mine. “Everything is not fine, Dirac!” I shouted at the brown- haired man that stood to my left. I couldn’t tell much more about him as it was still dark, but I could feel him gawking at us.

There is beauty to be found in the dark, just as there is horror within the light.”

I reached my hand out quickly, without hesitation, and rubbed its furry black cheek.

aint no way girl. you cray

“I’ve recently decided I don’t like others touching my things, touching what’s mine.”

“You develop a taste for blood when you’re constantly licking your own wounds,”

“Until this moment, I didn’t know you could crave something you’ve never wanted.”

“Because if you’re not dead, I fear I will leave every- thing to follow you.”

“If you die tonight and I never get to tell you, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

Something uncomfortable bloomed in my chest with her disapproval of bonding to me. I strongly disliked it. Why was she so against bonding to me? How could a human not want the powers she would possess? Most would beg for it.

foreshadowingggg for the next? hmm. what kind of powers

She had ruined me, and I would make sure I ruined her.

“I can lose everything, but not you. I can’t lose you,” he whispered so quietly I knew I wasn’t meant to hear.

“My true name is Malum Mendax, Crown Prince of the Unseelie Court,” he whispered a little timidly, as if he were handing me a gun. As far as the fae believed, he was. “Speak my name from those soft lips, and I’ll give you anything—everything—you could ever want,” he whispered hoarsely against my neck as he struggled to swallow, and I could tell he meant it.

“I-I have tried so hard to eradicate you from where you now live inside me.”

“I would destroy anyone for you…anyone including myself,” he whispered, slowly reaching out to cup the side of my neck in his hand. “Every fiber of you has desecrated me wholly.” His voice

“How does it feel?” he said, breathing heavily. “To know that I love you and that you have doomed me? That you and only you have the power to disarm and debilitate me. That you, a human, have dismantled every part of me and rebuilt it as a shrine in your honor.”

“No one expects an angel to set the world on fire,”

“Calypso.” I choked on the ice at the sound of my real name and dropped the large cup onto my lap, spilling small crystals of ice everywhere. My mouth hung open as I looked back to see Earl leaning against the white wall toward the foot of my bed. His demeanor was completely different. Suave confidence replaced the shakiness and feeble nature, and his voice had a familiar smooth tempo. “What did you say?” I asked, shaken. “You didn’t think I’d just leave you to this enterprise all alone, did you?” Earl asked as he smoothly pushed off the wall and took a lazy step toward me. He was like a man possessed. Not Earl at all. “Who are you?” I asked, glancing at the closed door, feeling more and more unsure of everything by the minute. “I was shocked when you didn’t figure out it was me.” He laughed, and the sound caused a flash of memory to dance in my mind.