Courting Darkness (Fae Revealed, #1)

by Katie May

He’s a teacher

I finally understand how Anna feels in Frozen. I might even burst into song like a dramatic ass bitch. But instead of, “Do You Want to Build a Snowman?” it’ll be, “Do You Want to Stab Your Brothers?”

“The men I fuck seem to think so,” Maddox retorts.

Gage is a big guy, broad and muscled from his time in the gym. His black hair is spiked from him running his fingers through it, and a heavy scruff decorates his jaw and highlights eyes so green, they’re basically black. His leather jacket conforms to his muscular frame, somehow making him appear even more imposing and intimidating.

“One, don’t start a fight, but if you have to fight, make sure you finish it. Two, if you have to fight, make sure they bleed. Three, if you really have to kill someone, do it in private so it’s easier to hide the body.”

I probably shouldn’t tell him that my father had wanted to throw knives at me, right?

I always knew there was something inherently wrong with me, but this…this rage only confirms it. The thought of any man or woman touching Serafina makes me see red. I may be a monster, but maybe… Maybe the beast inside of me only lives and breathes for one soul. What the fuck does all of this mean? And where do I go from here?

Suddenly, he moves around the table and lunges for me, grabbing my arms to pull me towards him, and on instinct, I flip him over my shoulder, sending him crashing to the floor and following up with a knee to the chest. I pin him in place as I press my hand against his throat, barely holding back from slipping the latch on my ring. “Or you could just be psycho…” I declare, staring in shock at the boy who’s now beaming at me, his chest rumbling with laughter as he rubs his face against my hand as though he’s marking me. Yeah, I’m going to go with psycho.

I don’t know who Serafina is, but I know she sees me. And being seen? That’s worth anything she may ask of me.

I know I literally just gave him permission to call me, but a part of me panics. I legit want to throw my phone as far as I can across the room, watch it shatter against the wall, and then go into the basement, grab my parents’ prized bazooka, and blow it to smithereens.

My chest gives a rattling heave, and I feel as if I can breathe easier. I mentally chastise myself for my reaction. If my brothers could hear my thoughts, they would laugh themselves silly…and then kill the guy who put them there. Or guys, as the case may be.

His pain radiates through the air, so pronounced and prominent that it fuels the vampire inside of me. No one was surprised when my Revelation revealed myself to be an empath vampire, and an Unseelie one at that. I’ve always been perceptive of people’s emotions, so it made sense that my supernatural form would feast on them.

“What type of supe is she?” Caleb asks,

Our family knows about the supernatural and didn’t tell us

“Plus they’re just weird,” Maddox admits with a casual shrug of his shoulders. He places a possessive arm around Sera’s shoulders, tugging her until she’s tight against his side. I know he’s her brother, but a rumble detonates in my chest at the display. “I’d call them hippies if it weren’t for their penchant for violence. Caleb, our older brother, says we’re the tie-dyed version of the Addams family.”

“And, Sera? It’s Xander in an informal setting. Or sir.” Fire blazes through me, white-hot and blistering, as I force myself to stare straight ahead and focus on the field. Did he just…? No, he didn’t. Did he? No…

“He can run with it, pass it…but he’s in charge.” The last words are nearly a whisper,

He’s a Dommy

I once heard that describing chronic illnesses is like talking about a room on fire. You focus on the big, new items, like the fact that the curtains have caught on fire, but forget to mention the bookcase that’s been smoldering for a while now, because it’s just become your normal. I found that a pretty accurate way to describe my life, and the metaphor stuck with me.

“I call you beautiful all the time,” Gage says, puffing out his chest. I quirk an eyebrow. “I don’t think I ever heard you use those exact words.” “No? Then maybe I just do it all the time in my head whenever I see you.” Oh. My. God. “Damn, man,” Tristan breathes. “That was smooth.”

Go be with Gage.” Something flashes in my best friend’s eyes, something there and gone faster than a flying bullet, but it has me staring at him with alarm and confusion. Without another word,

I THINK foster likes likes Gage