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Why did he insist on being a monster when he was more than that?
I said nothing, even after his heated lips left mine. He was still hovering over me, still looking at me, but his expression wassofternow, much softer and less dangerous.
He wasn’t mean. I didn’t understand why he demanded to force me to see him as mean.
Eon allowed me to push him away from me; he allowed me to crawl away from him, to pick up my bag and throw it over my shoulder. Using our mental connection, I called for Keia, and she came from a faraway tree. It explained why she didn’t hear my screams.
“Grant me permission to leave your land, Spider,” I whispered, looking ahead without truly seeing anything.
I flinched when his arms looped around my shoulders and chest, pulling my back to him. His head dipped, warm lips finding my right shoulder before gently moving up the curve of my neck.
His nearness made my breath catch. Every touch spiked my pulse until it was all I heard. I trembled and stood stiff, my hands balled by my sides.
“Don’t hate me, my Elf.”
His grip on me tightened slightly, and he pulled me into him more until he was bending over me.
I couldn’t hate him. Hate was a strong word for an Elf—a strong, bad feeling I couldn’t seem to have. I could dislike him, I could ignore him, but I couldn’t hate him.
And it wasn’t just because I was an Elf.
When I didn’t say anything, he held me tighter for a moment before he placed his lips on my right cheek in a soft, lingering touch.
And then he let me go.
He let me go reluctantly.
“Go.”
I jumped away from his land and hurried to the portals, as fast as my feet could take me away from him and away from his world. I shook off the soft look in his eyes, the gentleness in his touch, and hurried to run into the Fairies’ world. After making sure no one saw me, I jumped into my portal, closing my eyes as the light and warmth embraced me and took me back to my world.
Something was missing. Something that had my steps fumbling, slowing down as if each move forward was like trudging through mud.
And when I realised what that something was, my chest pinched so tight that my eyes watered again.
He didn’t ask me if he’d see me again tomorrow.
17
Tonight was the night of Pyria’s bonding ritual, and the entire village was up on its feet. The females were to spend the time with Pyria, preparing her for her major event and to help keep her mind at ease. The males were helping with finishing the food and other preparations to be taken to the Fairies’ world.
“What if he doesn’t desire me anymore?” Pyria cried.
I tried to keep her still as the other females attempted to embellish her hair with a herb that made her strands glow.
“Lovely, he won’t do that!” I smiled, reaching for her shoulders to hold her still.
“The way he gazed at you spoke volumes, Pyria! He wouldn’t back out on his word—he’s a Fairy!” Another tried to calm the frantic bride.
Pyria sniffled, sighed and went still, giving a slow, hesitant nod.
“There we go!” I cheered as the females finally rubbed the herbs in her hair. “He won’t be able to keep his eyes off you tonight!”
“Truly?” She sniffled again, and I nodded with another smile.
She sobbed once more and quickly pulled me into her arms, causing the females to shriek when the herbs poured on me. I attempted to wrap my arms around her, but with the way she held me so tightly, all I could do was give an uncomfortable smile and cough a little.
“Thank you, Kenia.” She squeezed her arms around me. “I appreciate your words greatly.”
