Elkhana
He’s leaving without saying goodbye. I start to tremble, but I can’t watch him go. I don’t dare. Not after we just shared in the visions. I don’t know if he can remember but I remember what we saw in every detail. My cheeks are aflame from the passion we shared – the intensity of how his eyes bored into mine, how his lips burned upon mine, how his touch, so hot and dangerous, seared a path across my skin.
My breath hitches.
But what we saw can’t be the future. I know it can’t.
I must be practical and sensible. I must remember that I am a prisoner in a cage with a lifelong sentence. I exist to heal and help my people. I do not exist to love a fae lord. I do not exist to feel his mayfly-soft kiss flutter against my lips or his passion quickening with my own as he draws me closer into his tantalizing embrace, filling my nose with his intoxicating scent and deepening the kiss until our tongues tangle and our lips swell with sweet agony and we begin to merge into one ecstatic burst of passion.
It was only a vision. It was only a might have been.
And yet I’m still quivering and aching from wanting it as this mortal boy offers me a ring and I must watch him with sad eyes knowing that even if he could push my bars aside and make me his wife, I could never give him my heart. Without realizing it, I’ve already given it to someone else.
