For a purposeful person, the path to fulfillment should be clear, but I was stuck in a zone of disorientation.Grief suffocates me until I can't breathe. I hummed with passion. to hate. I will hang the tall lord's head on a spear. I wanted to dance wildly around his corpse and let the dark whispers in the corners of my heart. More than relieving the pain in my chest, this sense of loss of eating flesh can destroy me.The dawn mist drenched the undergrowth and the smoke of the campfires died away. I barely remember what I saw as I wandered through the orchards, the wonderland, and my hometown.Stopping under the three gray and white trunks, I vaguely felt myself surrounded, and from above I was pressed by a low and powerful hum, like the whisper of the gods calling from heaven. Confused and panting, I looked at the shooting stars scattered across the forest canopy. The sights I saw in the lush greenery were fairies and their auras. Direct relatives bloom in my heart, causing me to get i

The strength of our connection shines and covers us like a solace. God, I am his."Brother.The sweetness of our reunion was shaken by Rockland's whip-cracking voice.Briandan tensed, the expression on his face as blank as a canvas. I blinked at him, wondering how I could infer so much from the way his silver eyes regarded me. He attempted to flee, but I pressed my cheek against his chest and put my hands on his broad shoulders. He was no longer beating steadily, and I had no control over that.When he exhaled, his voice was almost comical. He then hugged me, put his chin on my head, and gently rocked me to make me feel at ease. I made a tiny noise of satisfaction. Did you know I would do anything to keep you safe and with me?" I asked, wondering if he really wanted me to push him away.I nodded while scowling because I had no idea what he was talking about. I gradually realized that Brendan needed me to be there for him. I experience it as well.I leaned back and said, "Go ahead. We

"Rae." The sharp call brought me back into my thoughts, out of touch and out of consciousness.I swallowed as I looked at my hands and then at my body. "I think... it feels like she...""You're not supposed to play with dead people." Breandan took my hand and pulled me away from Lex's body. I let myself be pulled away and shake my head in confusion. "But I feel him."“We are all connected to Source in some way. As fairies, we can tap into this energy and seek out thoughts that are not our own. This is how Rockland keeps track of Maeve's and my status. That's why when you touch Alex's body, you can feel him. When a life is over, it takes a while for the energy to dissipate, especially if sudden death occurs.he sighed."Rae, what the hell did you think you were doing before you used your magic to create such a pervert?"Damn it.Suddenly, my toes were where I was most concerned. "I-I don't know about you...I mean..." My tongue tied and my stomach churned uneasily. I tried to lie again,

I scanned the swaying grass, searching for the bearded shifter. A short distance away, his mangled body lay sprawled and broken. His hands and feet had transformed into furry, clawed paws, while his face was elongated into a snout. Pointed ears poked up from his hairy head and a stubby tail protruded from his backside - caught mid-shift between man and beast. Conall stood over the corpse dispassionately, blood staining his hands. He briefly glanced my way, frowning when he saw me in Breandan's embrace. "He will never hurt you again," my brother stated bluntly.I nodded slightly in acknowledgment. The shifter certainly wouldn't be attacking anyone else. Conall looked away unhappily, missing my gesture.Breandan leaned back to gently probe the painful bruising ringing my throat, making me wince. Fairies healed swiftly, so the lurid marks should be fading rapidly. "Why isn't it healing?" I rasped out."Bruises aren't mortal wounds, and your skin isn't broken," Breandan explained patient

Connor looked away, his face tense. "They were consumed by each other and out of control. They were born into two of the largest and most powerful families. They broke with tradition, with common sense, and they…” He couldn't continue. Brendan froze next to me, tension radiating into the space between us. I looked at him from under my eyelashes and saw his face, clearly worried. The brother cleared his throat and straightened his shoulders. "They gave each other their last names."My lips twitched, but I remained silent. Is this the terrible thing that these two lovers do? For God's sake, these fairies have turned melodrama into art. I tried to keep the smile from my voice. "and?"Both boys had their heads broken off. Two surprised looks told me there was something wrong with my reaction. I looked at them and shrugged timidly."She doesn't understand," Buridan whispered.Connor put his hands on his knees, opened his mouth, then closed it again. Sometimes there is a language barrier be