Page 68 of The Fae Lord

My hands are trembling now. I look down through blurry eyes.

Dearest Finn,

Please do not be angry, my love. But I do not want you, or the others, to be put in harm’s way. If you’re right, and I have the power to end Eldrion, then it’s something I should do alone. We have a connection. There is something that binds us, which gives me an advantage. But only if I go alone.

Please let me do this for you.

For all of you.

I love you, and I will see you on the other side. When the light returns to Luminael.

Yours always,

Alana

I meet Briony’s eyes and allow the letter to flutter to the floor. “What has she done?” I whisper. “What the fuck has she done?”

TWENTY-NINE

Eldrion

Iwake to the sensation of Alana springing from the bed, her face etched with horror as the realisation of what we’ve done seems to sink in. She paces the room, muttering to herself. With a flick of her wrist, she conjures an icicle back into her hand, the morning light glinting off its sharp edges.

Then she turns to me, holding it like a knife.

I try not to grin as I sit up, purposefully leaving the sheets draped so they barely cover the parts of me I know she’d like to see again up close.

I remain like that, tracking her movements. The air between us is charged, heavy with arousal, and despite the fury in her eyes – or perhaps because of it – all I want to do is drag her back into bed with me and hear her make those noises again.

Hear her call my name again, even if she does curse at me afterwards.

“Alana.” My voice is still rough with sleep. “Please, listen to me. Let me explain. After, if you still choose to end my life, I won’t stop you.”

She pauses mid-stride, tension coiled in every line of her body. I can see the internal battle raging within her, the desire for answers warring with the anger and confusion that radiate from her in waves.

“I felt the same way you did. I needed answers, and I wanted you dead.”

Her brow furrows. Is this a surprise to her?

“But I found answers. I know now why we are connected the way we are.”

Slowly, as if every movement is a concession, she sits in the chair opposite the bed, plucking my robe from the back of it and wrapping it tightly around herself.

The dark fabric contrasts starkly with her pale skin and her purple wings, making her seem even more ethereal, more untouchable.

Fuck, it’s good to see her wearing something of mine.

Why does the sight of it make me think of nothing but ripping it off her and devouring her again?

Her eyes meet mine. The icicle remains clutched in her hand, a tangible threat.

Would I let her stab me with it? If she truly wanted to kill me, would I allow her to?

Perhaps, because if she won’t listen to me, then all is lost anyway.

“What I’m about to tell you... when you and I were last together, I had no idea why I needed you here. All I knew was that you were important to our future. I didn’t know if you were to be trusted or whose side you were on.”

“I’m on the side of people who don’t torture and murder and kidnap innocent beings,” she spits.

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