“Yes. I get a potion from a warlock that Itake once a month.” There was no amusement on his face or in hiseyes as he gazed solemnly at her. “I won’t leave a trail ofchildren behind me.”
She gulped.A trail of children.Shewas concerned about the possibility ofonechild, and he wasconcerned with having many of them… with numerous women.
This realization doused some of hercontentment.He’s a dark fae!
She would be only one of many to him, and shehad to keep reminding herself of this. While she was lost in a seaof happiness, he would move on and probably never recall his timehere.
Sorrow bloomed in her chest, but she pushedit aside. She could mourn the loss of what she’d discovered herewhen he was gone, but she wouldn’t turn into a melancholy messwhile he was still here.
“Have you fed from me?” she asked as shedecided to change to subject.
“You would know if I had, and I wouldn’t doit without your permission.”
She frowned at him. “Aren’t you hungry?”
“Yes, but you’re just starting to learn thepleasure a man and woman can give each other. I’m not going to addmy need to feed into the mix. That will come in time.”
“In time?”
“Yes, we have plenty of it.”
“You think Brokk will have to stay here for alot longer?”
“No, I think he’ll be ready to leavetomorrow, and I’ll escort him back to the Gloaming, but I willreturn.” And then his eyes narrowed on her. “Unless you wouldprefer it if I didn’t come back.”
“Of course not!” she blurted before she couldstop herself. “But.…”
Her words trailed off as she tried to thinkof what to say.
“But?” he prodded.
“But you’re dark fae.”
“I’m also lycan and man.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that I’mcomingback.”
He stated this with such authority that shedidn’t know how to respond. She’d never allowed herself toentertain the possibility he might decide to stay, but she couldn’thelp feeling doubtful.
“For how long?” she asked.
CHAPTER 50
Cole buried his irritation over her disbelief. Heknew the reputation of the dark fae—it was well-deserved andearned, but that wasn’t whohewas.
But wasn’t it? It’s who he’d always been, whohe’d always planned to be… until she walked into his life.
It wasn’t who he was anymore, and he hatedher doubt in him.
However, when he saw the uncertainty in hergaze, his annoyance faded. She wasn’t asking him these thingsbecause she wanted him to leave. She was asking because she wasafraid.
“What are you afraid of, Lexi?” he asked.
Her mouth parted, and her eyes darted awayfrom him. “I’m not… I’m not sure what you want from me.”
“I wantyou. I thought I’d made thatpretty clear.”
