Chapter Twelve

Soniva Castle, Summer Court Capital, Faerie

Fallon

I didn't mean to push intimacy between us so fast, but damn! Fawn in that dress, and I had to get my hands on her. I had to see that look on her face and be the one who put it there. So I'll slow us back down... Maybe... Hopefully. I take a drink and slide my hand down Fawn's back under her hair. I feel the little shiver it evokes and smile. 

Everyone knows what we've been doing; of course, they can smell it on us with Fae's heightened senses. But fawn doesn't have a clue.

Cassia looks like she's ready to commit murder. But, on the other hand, the pixies look excited, like they can't wait to rag Fawn about it and the Nymph trio look proud of themselves. They must have helped her decide which dress to wear. I smile. The Nymphs have earned a reward. I'll have to think of something.

The council members all look green around the gills. That's right, you stupid fuckers. Better be glad I didn't