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My feet weren’t blistered, despite the terrible pain I’d had for part of the time while I was running, and my muscles weren’t sore. I wasn’t even hungry anymore. And though I was tired, it wasn’t the shaky-legged exhaustion I would’ve been feeling if I was still human.
Damn, it was cool to be fae.
Despite my initial horror of being transported to a new world and told to run for my life before some bastard caught me and turned me into his mate somehow, I was feeling sort of… positive about my experience thus far.
I was alive.
I was safe.
I wasn’t living in my car anymore.
There was no more record of juvenile detention or murder on my shoulders.
No one to refuse me an apartment or a job because of what I’d done to my bastard of a foster dad.
No more Earth to remind me of the shitty hand of life I’d been dealt.
In Vevol, I was just Ari.
Sure, I had given a fae dude my full name, which was probably a terrible decision, but it hadn’t come back to bite me in the ass yet. It probably would, but for now, everything was actually kind of great.
I needed to watch myself, though, because I had a terrible tendency to get all hopeful right before everything turned to shit and then burned me to a fucking crisp right afterward.
My mind wandered back to the strange forest, with Calian.
He had said that a person’s full name was a way to call on them, whatever the hell that meant.
I was sure it wasn’t something magical—at least, I was pretty sure.
I considered trying it out by saying his name, but decided against it until I could ask one of the other girls about it. Although, they might not actually know. It sounded like none of them had ever hooked up with the seelie fae dudes in the time they’d been there, so they might not know nitty gritty details like that.
Hmm.
Now I was getting curious.
Curiosity was a shitty quality, though. It only ever led to disappointment or horror.
I shampooed my hair vigorously, trying to tamp down that stupid curiosity. I didn’t understand a damn thing about the power of names; trying it out would be absolutely stupid as fuck.
But that didn’t mean I didn’t want to try it.
I quickly conditioned my hair quickly. The shower, shampoo, and razor all looked like our normal earth-style shit, which made me feel a little more comfortable. Not that I required comfort to shower, or function, or do anything else important. I excelled at doing uncomfortable things while living in discomfort.
It was a shitty fact, but a fact nonetheless.
Knowing I needed to get out before I did something really, terribly stupid, I rinsed my hair and then turned off the water.
After I dried off, I wrapped the thick, white towel around myself and stepped out of the room, holding onto the thing tightly.
Wearing a towel was one of the prime times a person could get attacked. Any vulnerability was a weakness that a girl like me just couldn’t afford.
My gaze swept the room.
Empty, still.
And the door was shut.
My shoulders relaxed slightly.
