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“And still, you withhold your name.”
“Does it really matter?”
He studied her and seemed to come to some decision. “Offer me your throat.”
Faye turned her head to the side, baring the slender column of her neck. She sighed at his first touch. His mouth was hot. He nibbled and licked, not piercing her with his fangs.
Faye’s breaths turned shallow as she parted her lips.
He caressed the swell of her breast and trailed his hand lower. Over her navel. Tracing his fingers along her hip and down her thigh.
“What court do you belong to?”
Faye’s fantasy shattered. Years of resentment burned her desire to cinders.This poaching bitch.
Faye gripped the front of his throat, digging her claws in deep, so he knew she meant it. Darkness, she hoped he felt it. Hoped it carried to his actual body. She dragged him up to meet her fury.
Suddenly her lungs burned. Faye choked as her dream ended. Her surroundings snapped to blurred streaks of blue. She felt rocks and gravel.
She was underwater.
Chapter eight
WaterbrokeoverFaye,cascading down and pulling hair across her face. Hot needles burned her lungs, as she spasmed for breath. She lurched forward, coughing up the water she inhaled before she could right herself. Faye blew out a breath as she searched her surroundings for that poaching dick to appear and drown her until she managed to wake up.
Her sister hunched over her toppled lounge chair. Her blonde curls obscuring her face.
“Did you throw me in the water?” Which admittingly was better than being drowned by fangs, but did she have to overreact so much? Faye splashed her sister when she continued to ignore her.
Faye’s lips parted. “Hooker?”
Her sister’s feet swayed, turning in her direction. She wore a blank expression, staring off in the distance. A thin trickle of blood ran from her nose, past her lips.
“Sparrow!” Faye screamed, lifting herself out of the hot spring. Her heartbeat drummed in her ears as she grabbed Sparrow’s face, searching for her gaze. “Hey. Look at me. Come on.”
The Familiar magic controlling Faye’s dream wouldn’t have hurt Sparrow. Was fangs here while she slept, and Sparrow chased him off?
Faye’s brow came down when she touched something wet and tacky. She dragged a red smear with her thumb. The source of the blood still trickling from her sister’s ear.
No, no, no.Faye’s hands shook as she wiped it away. “Sparrow, come on. Please.”
Sparrow’s lethargic gaze shifted. Lowering her brow with a grimace, she said, “You just gave me the worst. Fucking. Hangover.”
Faye threw her arms around her sister, squeezing her tight, fisting her hair as tears welled. “Are you okay? Does anything hurt?”
“Just you bitch.” Sparrow squirmed, but Faye wouldn’t let go. “Get your wet ass off me.” She wrinkled her nose. “Are you…” Sparrow slapped her hands away. “Are you fucking crying?”
Faye took a calming breath and wiped her eyes. “You need a healer. Tell Vash to get here now.”
Her sister snorted at her. “Yourass needs the healer.”
“You’re bleeding.” Faye swiped her finger across the trickle now on Sparrow’s chin, showing her proof with widened eyes.
Sparrow frowned as she wiped her hand beneath her nose, but after several swipes it still refused to come back clean. “It’s fine,” Sparrow muttered, wiping her hands on her pants. “When I came back to check on you, black mist was rolling off you. It was fuck-you level magic. I had to wake you up before you melted my brain.”
“You’re bleeding, I’m not. Tell Vash to poof his ass over here. Now.”
Sparrow fluttered her hand at Faye.
