Can You Take It? (Infatuated Fae, #4)

by Jeneane O'Riley

A thousand different ways to rip their heads from their bodies flashed through my head, and for a split second, I panicked, thinking Mendax had returned, before I realized I still remained the proud owner of the Tartarus itch, as I apparently hadn’t done anything I wouldn’t normally do. Fuck if I wasn’t about to.

You should be asking yourself why you have people in your life who don’t ask those questions, or maybe you present yourself as the happy, helpful, reliable guy so no one knows you are a real person with real emotions and vulnerabilities. You use it as a shield. No one is happy all the time, Seelie or not. What a boring life it would be if we never reevaluated what we wanted and grew or faced challenges. What a sad existence it would be to never let anyone see the real you.”

‘I need help kidnapping a woman I might be in love with.’ I refused to take my eyes off her. Even when she saw me staring and made a face at me. ‘Finally, you have come to your senses,’ he said with a wave of relief. ‘About Anna?’ I asked with a laugh. ‘About kidnapping women. You’re far too ugly to get them the standard way,’ he replied.

She had put her cheese down, which obviously meant that this was serious.

‘I don’t recognize him,’ Mendax snarled. ‘That’s because you killed the last healer,’ Cal grumbled. ‘He made her cry! No one makes my daughter cry and lives.’