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But that doesn’t stop the dreams. I squirm in my seat as I remember last night’s tawdry vision. So real I’m still not totally sure it didn’t happen. My cheeks inflame, and a spark of warmth opens between my legs.
Holy hell.
The prince goes still, lifts his nose in the air, and inhales. Then he jerks his head to me. Our eyes meet and a wave of fire crashes over me. Can he smell my desire for him?
I remember his taste, the same bittersweet sensation tingling my tongue even now. I remember what he did to me in my dream last night and a wild ache fills me until I think I’ll burst.
I rip my gaze away and try to catch my breath.
“Summer,” Evelyn is calling. She snaps her fingers in front of me. “Earth to Summer. You okay?”
“Yeah . . .” I clear my throat, certain everything I feel is painted over my face.
“I was saying, I wish I had a video of Reina and Inara when they saw you and the prince emerge with the venom.”
Our victory is all the school can talk about. I’ll admit, if it wasn’t for the crazy mix of feelings overwhelming me since we returned, I’d be stoked about the change in my status. Earlier at lunch today, five Seelie shadows joined Evelyn, Mack, and me.
That would have been unheard of before my trick with the chimera.
o;The moment you stop playing,” he whispers, “we need to scale back down the cliff.” His gaze darts to my injured shoulder. “Can you climb?”
I nod.
His eyes narrow like he doesn’t believe me. There’s something strange about them, the silver band of iris tinged green—like the chimera’s.
His voice is soft as he begins to count.
One, two, three . . .
I pocket the flute and dive for the side of the cliff where we ascended earlier. The chimera snarls, awakened from its magical stupor. And it sounds pissed about the entire ordeal.
Right as I slide toward the edge, ready to flip around and start scaling back down, arms slide around my waist. Cold, strong, capable arms.
“This will be faster,” he murmurs. My stomach lurches as he picks me up with inhuman strength and dives toward the forest below.
The feeling of the earth leaving my feet sends a wave of panic crashing over me. A carpet of green trees grows closer with every breath. The sun is nearly set, only a sliver of fiery orange burning through the top of the forest canopy, dusky pink and red shafts spearing the air.
Midnight blue wings the same color as his hair beat the air in my periphery.
I’m not going to die because he has wings. The realization is followed by another. He has really cool, really sexy wings.
Once the thought settles into my brain, I relax in his arms. My fear melts away as I focus on the prince’s body touching mine. His cheek pressed against my cheek. His fingers splayed over my stomach.
Does he notice the way my new abs (thanks, Eclipsa) tremble at his touch? Does his body sing with excitement at being so close to me?
Oberon’s beard, I need to get a grip.
All too soon, the swampy mud squelches beneath my boots. But he doesn’t let go. If anything, his arms tighten.
Whoa.
My body responds, pushing into him. The feel of his cool, muscular form like a drug sizzling through my veins.
Oh, God. I like this feeling.
The pulse in my wrist throbs. My head spins as a hollow ache opens up inside my belly. The prince turns me to face him, or perhaps I do that on my own. It’s all jumbled. My name forms on his lips, is whispered so softly I think I imagined it.
Then he’s pressing me into the rocky cliff base. His wings—Holy Fae his beautiful midnight blue wings—spread wide behind him, encapsulating us. There’s something feral and raw about his expression that should scare me.
