Wildest Dreams (Fantasyland, #1)

by Kristen Ashley

Wow. Wow. I hated this, like, a lot. So much, it felt like acid at the back of my throat. And I didn’t hate it for me. I hated it for Frey. I hated it so much I couldn’t stop myself from pressing closer, lifting a hand to wrap around the side of his neck and asking softly, “Where on earth did you come from, baby?” Frey’s brows drew together and he asked softly back, “Pardon?” My thumb stroked his jaw before I whispered, “My handsome husband is gentle, thoughtful and kind. He laughs and smiles easily and he makes me feel safe. I was with your folks for about five minutes and they were so far from any of that, it is not funny. So,” I squeezed his neck, “where did you come from?” I belatedly noticed that my gentle, thoughtful, kind husband was staring down at me with that fiery look in his eyes. The same look he had after I gave him his spun glass dragon. And looking at it, his fire melted my heart, a heart that was already far from frozen. Before I could say anything, not that I hadn’t already said too much, his arms about me tightened and his face dipped super close to mine when he said quietly, “I do not know, my wee Finnie, where I came from. But I’m beginning to know why I’m here.” And that was when stupid, stupid, stupidly, I asked, “And why are you here, honey?” “I don’t need to say aloud what I know you also are beginning to understand, wee one,” he answered and I pressed my lips together because he was not wrong and I was still not going there. His eyes held mine as ...