Where did you go? (Infatuated fae Book 3)

by Jeneane O'Riley

To you. I’m sorry. It had to happen.

petulant child and kick my tired feet in the air after the night I was having. “I’m not givin’ ye the straw! There’s hardly

he had just found out I’d been lying to him for twenty years while also planning the murder of his mother. What was worse for him was that I had finally succeeded. On top of that, his sweet little sister, Princess Tarani, was a leader of the Fallen fae; his best friend and theoretical fiancée—hi, it’s me—remained tied to his most hated enemy, and the Fates had summoned the three of us to them in Moirai…with the promise of killing one of us in order to break the bonds between us.

Caly’s father and the Fates had summoned the three of us to Moirai to stand trial for going against their laws. It was strictly forbidden for a person to be both bonded and tied, but aside from the legalities of the situation, which I certainly didn’t care about, the tie to Aurelius and the bond to me were slowly killing Caly.

I want to crawl inside you and consume my way out, knowing that every part of you is forever a part of me. I crave command over every thought you’ve ever had, to feel every worthless surface that has ever touched your skin. I want your needs and cravings buried so inside my own flesh and bones, they become indistinguishable from my own. That’s what I want, pet.

After I killed my father, I would turn the blade on myself. With me dead, the bond and the tie would be broken, and the Fates would be appeased and allow Mendax and Eli to live.

We are in Seelie. We landed in a portal by a field of savage mini unicorns. One is attacking Aurelius right now. I like them a lot.

With one final exchange of looks, Mendax led the way down the path that would end up being the cause of my sadness for years to come.

“It is Anastasia’s.” She looked at me blankly. “The woman who checked us in—with the brown hair? Mendax beat the shit out of her.” “Oh my suns. What happened? Is Mendax okay?” Her tired eyes ignited. “Yeah, he’s fine.” I recoiled at her lack of empathy.

I moved to the door. “How’s your tea?” “It’s good. You should do more nice things like this.” He took a large swig.

The first Fate was the woman with wild brown hair who had greeted us the first day here. The one I had beaten the shit out of.