A Veil of Truth and Trickery (The Veiled Realm, #1)

by Analeigh Ford

It was the only person here who wouldn’t want me to choose faerie that made me choose it. I chose it for Sol.

I’d make Caldamir and all the rest of the fae here rue the day they’d made the deal that brought me to this place.

His slender body was powerful in its own right, more lithe and narrow—but no less dangerous. His hair, long and rosy hued, cascaded over his shoulders in the softest waves. Full lips parted in an effortlessly sultry smile to reveal perfect, pearly teeth.

His skin was more than bronzed, and his hair dark and coarse, so thick it could rival the mare’s beneath me. His eyes were lighter than either Nyx or Caldamir’s, a blue so bright they couldn’t be more different from the pools of black embedded in my own skull.

There was only one explanation. They needed me for something. But for what … I supposed I’d just have to wait to find out.

“Is anyone going to tell me what’s going on?” I asked in the silence of heavy breaths that followed. “Or are the three of you just going to fuck already?”

“Tell me this isn’t your first time. I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” “It’s not,” I said, trying to steady my trembling lips. “There was another.” “Good,” he said. “Now I’m going to make you forget him.”

“Do you always look at your dinner like you want to fuck it, or is that something you’ve specially reserved for me?”

“No, Delph, I’m not going to eat you, not after a greeting like that. Not unless you beg me to. Though …” Here his eyes became hooded, his chin lifting up as he peered down at me from above, “I do like the thought of what it’d be like to see you on your knees.”