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Ivelosiout of there at top speed.
I left her my jacket. An excuse she can use to find me.
4
FLEUR
From across the sofa, my brother El’jah blows on the fresh blue nail polish he applied on my toenails. Big blue eyes the same color and shape as mine look up while he places my feet on his chest and grabs my calves. He gives them a squeeze.
I groan as he starts massaging my muscles, which are sore from walking all night in sandals, searching for information on the whereabouts of a notturno I met last night. Even after a span of sleep, after my body healed and rested, my muscles still feel sore.
“Just what the healer prescribed,” I tell him.
El’jah narrows his eyes. “How are you still sore?”
I roll mine. “Danced almost the entire night.”
El’jah gives me a bored look because we often communicate without words. He knows I’m lying, mainly because we carry a kind of magic that easily reads other people. My brother feels people’s desires, and I desire to find out more about the notturno I met last night, but if I tell him about the vampire, including how he resisted my magic, El’jah will insist upon meeting him.
Worse yet, any notturno found resistant to my magic poses a threat, and El’jah might tell my brother, the Summer king. I don’t want Et’enne in my private business. Or any business at all, personal or otherwise, until I’ve had a chance to investigate. But I must tell El’jah something, and it has to be true.
“A male walked away from me last night.”
“You mean you shooed him off?”
I shake my head. “That’s what’s weird about this. I invited him.”
Following several incidents that happened after I bloomed into a young adult fairy, my parents locked me inside the palace and even closed off the court for several mating seasons while I trained with the best teachers in the world to control my growing magic. Nobody could classify the type ofvocaor mind-calling magic I wielded. The only thing we knew for sure was that whatever it was, it attracted people, pulling them in like a life force.
El’jah’s eyes widen and he opens his mouth to ask me more about it, but stumbles over his words before uttering, “How do you mean he walked away?”
I giggle. “Very easily, apparently.”
“Because you left your magic in the chambers along with your desire to bang him?”
I laugh. “Because he seemed uninterested.”
“So you finally learned how to shield.”
Our brother Et’enne uses this term. Shielding. He is avoca,a mind reader and manipulator, and he is very powerful, with full control of his magic. He describes the process of shielding as closing the curtain on the world outside and being at peace inside his mind.
I’ve never been able to do that, mainly because I dislike walls between myself and others. I want to let people in instead of shutting them out. If I shield, I’m closing off the world. “I don’t think I’ll ever learn how to do that.”
He strokes his jaw. “Who was it ?” His eyes sparkle with intrigue.
El’jah’s magic is similar to mine, and sometimes (often) I envy his ability to control it.
“A random notturno I met.”
A tilt of his head as he senses I’m avoiding the details. “And where did you meet him?”
“If I tell you, promise you won’t get mad.”
He lifts his pinky, and I hook mine with his.
“Promise,” he swears.
“Evie arrived.”
