Page 8 of Of Pixies and Promises
He let go of her hand like it was on fire.
“Oh, puh-lease.” She waved him down. “There are worse things than being in debt to a pixie princess. It’s not like I pixie-dusted you or anything.”
Princess?Her humor died at her last words, and she folded her arms and looked away.Curious.
“So what happens now?” he asked. “With the bargain?”
She shrugged. “I have no idea. We’ll figure it out when the bargain stops us or makes us do certain things.”
“Like what?”
“Like stopping us from leaving each other. Like not helping. Like not protecting.”
He looked her up and down, noting the warrior’s face paint and fierce fangs. “So that’s all for show? You’re just a spoiled princess in need of a bodyguard?”
She bared her fangs and snarled, “Come and test me, human.”
A thrill zipped through his body. His cock stirred. Was he… was he attracted to that too? His brows slammed down, and he shook it off. No. That would be ridiculous. He’d killed fae. Why would he want to?—
“Fuck me,” she gasped, looking into the sky.
He cleared his throat. “Pardon?”
“Look.”
Sid wrenched his gaze from her lips and followed to where she pointed. Way up high in the tree’s branches was a bird’s nest.
“That’s exactly what we need,” she said, grinning.
“I don’t understand.”
Bright, excited eyes landed on him, and she waggled her brows. “Wings.”
“Wings,” he repeated, still not understanding, still with half his blood down at his cock instead of his brain.
“We can ride a bird to the power source.”
He took a deep breath and glanced up again. The thought of flying on a feathered creature was both exhilarating and a little frightening. He judged the distance; it could take them hours to climb the tree at this size. No harness or rope.
“What if we fall?” he asked.
“We won’t. Trust me. I’ve done this plenty of times before.”
“You have wings.”
“Which are currently injured and useless,” she pointed out. Fear flickered across her face, but she smiled broadly and said, “Don’t worry. You will protect us.”
He snorted at the idea of breaking her fall but nodded. They had no other options.
Nyra sauntered to the base of the tree. “I wasn’t asking your permission.”
Each step swayed her hips, sending her leaf and floral skirt jaunting. Nyra started climbing, using gaps in the bark for footing. The tree was more of a craggy tower to him at this size.
Sid put his self-made spear through the back of his collar and prayed the tightness of his shirt would keep it from slipping out. Then he gripped bark and hoisted himself after the pixie.
After a few yards of climbing, he glanced up and realized he had an indecent view up her gown. The gossamer had been torn to shreds, and loose vines caught in the wind, flashing her pert bottom. He quickly glanced back to the bark with his cheeks heating.
“Hurry up,” she called, but he couldn’t move.
