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Jesus. He looks like an assassin—a bangable one.
I should just swear off men. Nothing but heartache comes of them.
Well, shit.
“In the Otherworld, dreams are never just dreams. They’re another sort of reality.”
“Something you should know about fae,” he says over his shoulder. “The only time our wings come out is when we want to fight or fuck.”
“Don’t be a grinch.”
This usually polished king who’s going to come in his pants because I want him to fall apart under my touch.
“You want to know a real secret?” he rasps. I nod against him. “I want to wake up to you every single morning.”
“Do you want to know a truth of mine?” “Always,” I say, turning my head to better face him. He takes my hand and presses it against his chest. Beneath my palm, I feel his heartbeat racing. My eyes move from his chest to his face. “It does that whenever I’m around you,” he says.
His stares into my eyes. “I am the scariest thing out here. And if anything tries to touch you, they will reckon with me.”
“Callypsie?” the Bargainer says under his breath. “Don’t,” I warn. “If you care for your balls at all, don’t.”
The Bargainer snickers. “Whatever you say…Callypsie.”
“Um,” I say, “this is my date—” “Dean,” the Bargainer fills in for me, extending his hand.
“A fairy doesn’t show his wings to his betrothed.” He slides his hand behind my neck, his thumb stroking my skin. “A fairy shows them to his soul mate.”
I could barely resist you at all, but I didn’t want to push you into something. Not when you’d just escaped a man who took and took. I didn’t want you to think that was all men were good for.”
It’s all laid bare, his love, his excitement, his yearning. Des, who saved my life, who is looking at me like I’m his moon and his stars.
