The Wild Mustang & The Dancing Fairy Quotes

“Yes, I know,” I tell him. “Yeah, you know that I’d become what they call me. That if I catch even a whiff of her scent, I’ll go wild. I’ll become an animal and I’ll snap my teeth and I’ll snarl. And nothing would calm me down except her, except the sight of her, the taste of her. You know I’ll become a villain for your fairy pussy.” My hands creep up his chest and my fingers cradle his bruised jaw, my thumbs rubbing his stubble. “A gorgeous villain.”
― Saffron A. Kent, The Wild Mustang & The Dancing Fairy

“But then it’ll be my turn, Fae. And trust me when I say that ten minutes is not going to cut it.” “It’s n-not?” He shakes his head slowly. “I’m not so easy to take care of. When you’re done taking care of me, you’ll be going home with scraped up knees and swollen, dripping lips. Your brother will take one look at you and call the cops on me for doing bad things to his sister’s pretty mouth in a storage closet. Not that I mind. But yeah, your math is slightly off there. I don’t think ten minutes is enough.”
― Saffron A. Kent, The Wild Mustang & The Dancing Fairy

“Are you asking me to keep another secret, Fae?” he rasps, looking all wild and wicked. “Because you know my price, don’t you?” “Yes. And I’ll give it to you.” “You will, huh.” “Yeah, I’ll dance for you. For as long as you want.” Because I’m his Fae, the dancing fairy and he’s my Roman, the wild mustang.”
― Saffron A. Kent, The Wild Mustang & The Dancing Fairy

“Tell me about your promise,” I whisper, putting my other hand on his shoulder as well and clutching his soft hoodie. His gaze turns liquid. “You take off that dress and braid your hair. “ “And?” His fingers still circle my ankle, squeezing. “And you dance only for me.” “What would I get in return?” “And in return, I won’t ask any other girls to dance for me.” Another squeeze of my ankle and I bite my lip. “Only you.” Only me. He just said that. And maybe it’s not exactly what a girl hopes to hear from a guy. It’s not a declaration or anything. Just a little promise. And for now, it seems like enough. It seems enough to make me smile and wiggle my free toes on the ground in happiness.”
― Saffron A. Kent, The Wild Mustang & The Dancing Fairy

“What are these wings for?” he asks, bringing his eyes up to mine. “F-for my character.” “What character is that?” “I’m a fairy.” Somehow his eyes grow all heated even as a slight lopsided smile pulls up his lips. “So I was right, huh?” “I –” He rubs the fur between his fingers as he continues, “You are a fairy. You dance like a fairy.” His eyes flick over my face, my bun. “You look like one too.”
― Saffron A. Kent, The Wild Mustang & The Dancing Fairy

“You were spinning. So fast. And I stopped.” “Why?” He licks his lips and I’m reminded of how excited he looked that night when I danced for him. When he called me a fairy. God. God. He called me that, didn’t he? I’ve been trying not to think about it. Not to think about his words, the words no one has ever said to me before. Fairy. “Because apparently when you spin, I stop. When you dance, I have to watch,” he says in a low, slightly rough voice.”
― Saffron A. Kent, The Wild Mustang & The Dancing Fairy

“It does,” he says. I look up. “What?” He squeezes my waist again. “It matters. Coming from you.” “Oh.” “And you’re not a princess.” “I’m not?” He shakes his head slowly, his eyes all intense and piercing. “You’re a fairy.”
― Saffron A. Kent, The Wild Mustang & The Dancing Fairy

“W-what do you want?” This is what he wanted, isn’t it? Yeah, because his features grow warm with satisfaction before he drawls, “You.” “What?” Slowly, those eyes of his travel all the way down to my white ballet flats. “I hear you’re a ballerina.” My right foot tries to climb on to my left under his scrutiny. “Yes.” He lifts his eyes. “Then I want you to spin like one.” “I-I’m sorry?” He shifts on his feet, making himself bigger somehow, pushing at the very fabric of the air, as he explains, “You like to dance, don’t you? So I want you to dance. For me.” I blink at him. I think I heard him wrong. He cannot possibly be asking what I think he’s asking. Just to be sure, I question, “You want me to dance for you?” “Yeah.” “In exchange for you keeping this between us?” “That’s the idea.” My mouth falls open. “You’re insane.” “I’d like to think of myself as someone who sees an opportunity and seizes it.” “What opportunity?” “I was bored and then a ballerina fell into my lap. A good one too, from what I’ve heard.” Again, he gives me a once-over. “So I want you to entertain me.”
― Saffron A. Kent, The Wild Mustang & The Dancing Fairy

“I didn’t mind. Being watched by you. The Thorn Princess. And if you hadn’t run away, I would’ve gotten rid of her.” “You would have?” “Yeah.” “W-why?” “So I could focus all my attention.” Then, with a lowered voice, “On you.”
― Saffron A. Kent, The Wild Mustang & The Dancing Fairy

“And also Conrad, my oldest brother, who happens to be the coach of our high school soccer team.”
― Saffron A. Kent, The Wild Mustang & The Dancing Fairy