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Ineededto move on.
The female fae had once mentioned a lake in the mountains where the women went to give birth. A place of healing, which was exactly what I needed.
Time to heal, move on, and recover.
Another fresh start.
So, that was my focus.
I swam harder.
After a few hours,I decided it was finally safe enough to get out of the river.
The dirt felt warm on my scales after so much time in the frosty water, and a shiver rolled through me. I ignored the cold, and the hunger rumbling in my belly.
When my tongue flicked outward, I caught a strange smell—an unfamiliar one, but an incredibly appealing one.
My eyes scanned the trees.
Someone was here.
The smell was too strong, too good, for me to be alone right then.
I shifted back to human form, ignoring the way my skirt rode up high on my damned vagina. I’d need a little more fabric to make it moreappropriate, but I currently had nothing of value to offer in trade for said fabric.
“Who’s there?” I demanded. My voice echoed through the trees.
A flicker of movement in the corner of my eye had me spinning around.
The largest basilisk I’d ever seen—so probably the same size as Nev—slid out on a low-hanging branch.
The color of his scales changed as he moved, blending in with the background he followed, and my eyes widened.
“Who are you? How did you find me?” I demanded.
The basilisk finally shifted—sliding out of the tree and landing smoothly on thick thighs.
Like all of the fae, he was massive.
His hair was dark and wavy, short on the sides but long and messy on top. His skin was a gorgeous dark gold color, and his eyes… the vibrant green was bright enough that they almost glowed. Shimmering vine-like tattoos snaked over his arms and torso, wrapping partway over his neck. They were the magical kind that some of us got after becoming fae, not the ink kind that some of the guys gave themselves.
My eyes trailed downward, stopping when I saw him wearing the shorts most of the basilisks sported. They were small and stretchy, but not fireproof like most of the other shifters’ clothes. How the strip of fabric survived the shifts, I didn’t know. They basically resembled boxer-briefs, honestly.
The man’s package was straining against his shorts, and when I realized that was probably because I wasstaring at his junk, I jerked my eyes back to his face.
His calm, expressionless face.
Damn, he was gorgeous.
I cleared my throat.
Guess I was going to have to embrace the fact that I’d totally just checked this guy out.
“Who are you?” I asked, more calmly this time. “And how did you find me?”
I didn’t recognize him, though I’d spent time with a ton of basilisks and other types of shifters. There were a lot of fae that I’d never met, but as far as I’d known, they were currently all gathered together.
At the party.
