My brows furrow. “What?”
“Last night,staellara.”
“Last night? What about—” I cut off as a sleep-addled memory invades.
Will you stay with me?
Of course.
Thank you.
“No,” I breathe out my denial. I thanked him. In my drowsy, post-nightmare state my mind must have been so frazzled that I didn’t even realize. I’m so used to being able to thank people freely that it slipped out without me even realizing.
“Oh my gods, I—” I’m sure I look white as a sheet at this point with the panic racing through my veins. A favor for a Fae could be something entirely mundane and innocent, but if they’re feeling particularly malicious or mischievous it could be something dangerous, if not even life threatening.
And now I owe him a favor.
“Shhh, Liv. I won’t actually call it in.” His voice sounds genuine but doubt flares in my chest.
Can I trust him?
I might have to, considering there’s not much I can do about my fuck up.
He lifts me up onto the horse before he swings up behind me. His arm snakes around my stomach, pulling me flush against him.
The adrenaline is wearing off and I’m struggling to keep my eyes open, but I still want to make sure he knows I’m thankful for his help today, even though I got myself into this situation and he had no reason to help me. “I appreciate you finding me. And coming to my rescue.” My words start to slur out towards the end as sleep tries to overtake me.
He doesn’t respond at first, just kicks the horse into motion as my eyes drift shut. I can barely feel his breath tickle my ear as he whispers his response. I don’t fully catch the words as Istart to drift off but I could’ve sworn they were something aboutfinding me anywhere.
