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A ghost of a smile crossed Rafe’s face. “No, and I would not expect it to. Now, enough about Taveon. Would you like to see ourrealm?”
“More than you could possiblyunderstand.”
But as excited as she was to leave the castle, Bree couldn’t drag her thoughts away from Prince Taveon. All this time, he’d let her think that he was the asshole who wanted her shot. And he did it in a bizarre attempt to keep her safe. To find out that he was actually worried about her? Well, she never would have guessed it. He’d made a pretty clear picture for her, one that had been etched so deeply into her mind that it was difficult to let it gonow.
Rafe stepped back, smiling as his entire body began to tremble. A pair of ebony wings exploded from his back, tearing through the embroidered tunic he’d worn to the ball. Bree widened her eyes and gasped, placing a hand over her heart. She hadn’t expected...that. Those large black wings stretched wide on either side of his tall frame, his tightly-coiled muscles rippling with every beat. The moonlight glistened across his chest, highlighting every ridge, every dip of his abs, the way his pants hung low around hiships.
Bree swallowed hard. He was absolutely mesmerizing. She had never seen anyone like him before, and she’d seen thousands of people in the city on a daily basis. She tried to imagine him walking through Manhattan with those powerful black wings and those silvereyes.
Girls would crumble to their knees. Boys,too.
“So, we’re flying?” she asked in a small voice. She was impressed she’d managed to say any words atall.
“That was the idea,” he said, pursing his lips into asmile.
“I don’t have wingsthough.”
“No, only Dark Fae have wings. The Light Fae have not been gifted with this particularability.”
“All DarkFae?”
Why was she still talking? She was stalling, she realized. Regardless of her babbling, she knew exactly what Rafe had in mind. He was going to hold her and fly her through the skies, a fact that made her more than a teensy bit nervous. Heights had never been her favorite thing in the world. But more than that, she would have to be pressed up so close against him, and her blood was roaring from the thought ofit.
“Most Dark Fae,” he said. “But not all. Now, comehere.”
More stalling was necessary. “And you have different colored wings? Prince Taveon’s were silverywhite.”
Rafe’s face clouded over at that. “You saw his wings? He failed to mention that. Nevermind. Forget about the Prince and his wings. I am certain the color was just a trick of thelight.”
Bree frowned. That was odd. Bree had clearly seen silver white wings on the Prince. Sure, the moon made everything glow a blueishy silver sometimes, but there was a big difference between black and what she’d seen. Plus, Rafe seemed surprised that Taveon had let her see them in the firstplace.
She couldn’t help but wonder why. Another one of the Prince’s secrets? But if so, what in the name of the forest did itmean?
“We do not have much time before I will need to get you back to your room.” He held out a hand, closing the distance between them. “There is no need to be nervous. I would never let youfall.”
Bree was certain he wouldn’t let her fall, at least not from the sky and onto the ground. She wasn’t so certain about her heartthough.
