AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Of course I do. I prefer it. It feeds me and in turn I feed it. I don’t deny my nature, unlike some of us.”
“But the darkness is bad.”
“No, darkness has gotten a bad rep, but that’s all PR you see. The light positioning themselves as the heart of all that is good and creating that association. Do you believe that the Seelie Fae you’ve been hanging with are all ‘goody two-shoes’? You’re not blind, Quinn.”
I desperately try to hold on to the anger, but it dissipates faster than water in a tub with the drain pulled. She’s right. I don’t trust any of the Fae. They’ve all used me, manipulated me, and most importantly, lied. A lot. Holding back truths they don’t want me to know.
Moira smiles and places a hand on my shoulder. Her touch is warm, inviting. She moves closer until there are mere inches between us. I stare into her emerald eyes and am surprised at the warmth there.
“You could have been honest with me.”
“And would you have listened to me if I was? Or would you let your prejudice push me away before we got to know each other?”
I want to deny her accusations but she’s right. I shake my head.
“What now?”
“Sooner or later, you’re going to have to decide. All I can do is share what I know.”
“How do I trust you?”
“You don’t. But at the same time, don’t trust them either. All of us will manipulate you; we are, after all, tricksters. We all have our own goals and desires. The one thing I promise, I’ll never lie to you. If I answer a question or anything I say to you will be the truth. Or as true as I know it to be.”
“Why can’t this be simple?”
“Because you’re falling in love with a boy who’s been dead for over four hundred years. How do you imagine that could be simple?”
“I don’t know that it’s love between us.”
“You don’t know it’s not.”
“But if I choose your side, I’ll never find out.”
“I never said that.”
“You never said I would.”
“True.”
The kids resume their play. Their laughter and giggling lighten the mood. I watch them for a moment as I try to sort through all the questions and thoughts in my head.
“How am I supposed to know?”
I don’t elaborate but she understands my question. How do I know if what I feel for Duncan is love? Love enough to destroy an entire world. It’s not like we could have a trial period. Live together for a while, make sure we’re compatible with one another. If I go to him, I’m committing.
“You open your heart, Quinn. Then you hope like all hell he doesn’t break it.”
A lump forms in my chest and the pressure builds in my head. The playing children sparkle through the unshed moisture.
“Did he survive?”
Moira puts an arm around my waist and pulls me close to her side. It’s comforting and I’m mad at myself for being grateful for it, but I am.
“I don’t know.”
Tears stream down my cheeks as bleakness washes away hope.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
