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Unless a fae was an experienced healer, we only shared magic if we found our mate.
Gray eyes the color of storm clouds met mine, causing my heart to quicken. They were so familiar, yet I couldn’t place them. Still, they spoke to something deep inside me.
Sexy Man chuckled darkly. “The one I’ve been searching for almost half my life.”
“My name’s Lira.” I motioned to my sister. “This is Eiric.” “Lovely names. They sound as if they’re from another world.” He bowed faintly. “I’m Tavish.”
“I can stay with her.” Tavish smiled, becoming more breathtaking. “No one else will talk to her or touch her while you’re gone.”
And as if that wasn’t bad enough, everywhere that my body pressed against his buzzed, feeling way too nice and chasing the cold away, his presence comforting me.
Placing a hand on either side of me so that I was trapped between his arms, he lowered his face to mine, our foreheads touching. He then whispered, “There would be no forcing about it.”
“Already desperate to kiss me, sprite?” He smirked and lowered his head closer.
“Who did this to you?” I snarled then focused on her face. Her bottom lip quivered. “I … I can’t tell you.”
“You won’t be with Finnian or anyone else,” he growled. “I couldn’t handle it, sprite. We have enough stacked against us—don’t make things harder than they need to be.” His face softened, and he released his hold, his hand running down my arm. “Please.”
Tavish’s wings are bound on that. Your connection with him won’t allow him to actually kill you.”
When I focused on my destination, a rancid, salty taste filled my mouth.
Is this fae senses, like spidey senses
Like her fae is telling her someone’s coming for her or is this Tavish’s doing
I ignored him, stalking to the doorway, and heard a sound that shattered everything inside me. She was crying. “You need to go.” I pointed to the door and glared at him. Unlike usual, he stood and marched to the door, his forehead lined with worry. “Go take care of our girl.”
Something was wrong, so I didn’t ask for permission. I opened the door, and my world fell apart.
“As a young boy, I always loved the sound of your laughter.” Loved.
Something strange shifted behind me, and I turned to see sparkly sea-green wings that reminded me of the water in the bathtub.
Why did that sound familiar? I couldn’t recall, though the importance seemed significant.
Fated mate.
