Page 16 of Fated Moons
“So, your dad knew about the dust, which is why he didn’t say anything when it happened today.”
“No,” she said softly. “And I don’t know if he saw the dust or not.”
“Enough dancing around the topic. Just tell me, and then we’ll decide how to handle it.”
“Shortly after the wolfairies were conceived, my mother blinked out fairy dust. Not a lot, but it was unmistakable.”
Jackson arched a brow. “She’s a human. Is she of royal fairy descent? That would be a big deal.” His heart hammered in his chest. A million thoughts and questions flowed through his brain. He was a mere wolf. He might be an alpha, but that was in spirit only. Sure, he had a seat at the table. He attended Crescent Moon Pack meetings. He was encouraged to participate. To give his opinions about local pack business. He tended to agree with the leaders so as not to stir up trouble. Rarely did he ever express anything too loudly. He was too damn grateful to be allowed to be part of such a prestigious pack. He wasn’t about to do anything that would ruin it or taint it for his siblings.
But the idea that there could be a royal witch fairy would be something the leaders of the Crescent Moon Pack would want to know. It affected them.
It affected the paranormal world.
Hell, Chaz would want to know. And so would Trask.
“She is not. My father quietly checked into that. But because of our position and the fact that my sisters and I never came into being fairies, my dad felt it best if we kept my mother being part fairy to ourselves. Besides, she can barely conjure up any fairy dust and has no powers. She literally can’t do anything with it. The only magic it has is to make you feel good.”
“Can she control it?”
“Yes and no,” Amanda said. “She can’t force it, but she’s learned to contain it. If that makes any sense.”
“It does and that’s something we need you to learn to do.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “You’ve been spewing the dust ever since you walked into Paul’s office.”
“You don’t need to tell me something I already know.” She tucked her feet under her butt. “That’s one of the reasons I panicked. I was terrified it was going to happen during the press conference. Especially when the reporters brought up your father, which triggered a visceral response in my body. That was the first time I could feel the fairy dust itch to get outside. I thought for sure it was going to flow from me like lava rolling off a volcano. I held my emotions so close to my chest. When I spoke, my insides shook and it was all I could do not to scream.”
“That’s interesting, but whatever you did, it worked. Because not a single speck of dust rolled off you during that interview and believe me, I was looking for it.”
“I just wish I could control it all the time.”
“I know a few fairies that might be able to help you with that.” He lifted his glass and swirled his wine. “But that would require telling them about it.” He sipped.
“No. You can’t. It would be a terrible idea.”
“These are not people who would go telling it to the world. I’m talking about Daphne, Isadore, Coral, Cheryl, Hollie, or even Trask.”
“Doing that would mean my father would have to get involved. It would be a whole thing. I’m not ready to do that yet,” she said.
“I don’t think we have a choice. If not your father, then Trask. We need help.”
“If we tell anyone, it would be my dad,” she said. “Trask would be required to report it. He’s a wizard fairy. Technically, he’s one of a kind.”
“He has a child now, so not really.”
She shook her head. “No. His child is a wolfairy witch fairy. Something a little different. But now we’re splitting hairs and not the point.” She stared into her wineglass. “I can’t be a witch fairy. The ramifications of that are too great.” She shook her head and laughed. It was a soft, sweet sound that rolled across his ears like the ocean kissing the sand. “When we realized my mom had some fairy in her, my sisters and I wanted to be part fairy. We thought it would be cool. Just the idea of it. But knowing what it means, well, no. We don’t want that. Not really anyway.”
“I’ll be honest with you. When I first saw the dust, I wondered if it wasn’t some witchcraft thing to toss me off my game.”
She turned and lowered her chin. “I’m sure if you know all those fairies, then you know the real dust isn’t something that can be replicated in witchcraft. While maybe you couldn’t tell the difference, the dust would act very differently. And from what we have been told, witchcraft fairy dust turns evil.” She raised her hand. “And even if I could, that’s not an easy spell to create. It wouldn’t be one that I could put in my Book of Spells and all spells have to be documented. It would have to be placed in a Book of Shadows, and I do not and will not ever have one of those.” She glared.
“And do you follow all the rules and laws of witches?”
“I do, unless my father tells me not to, which has only been twice in my life,” she said, holding up her hand. “Both times had to do with my mother and the fairy dust.”
“I want to know why keeping this a secret is so important.”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
He shook his head. While he had his own reasons for being concerned, he wanted to hear hers.
