Page 52 of A Fae in Finance
He froze. “Have I hurt you?” His grip loosened slightly, a solid touch instead of a squeeze.
“No, but I don’t want to be yanked around.” I brushed down the front of my dress. After an uncomfortable silent moment, I looked up at him between my lashes, like they would offer some protection against the intensity of his earthy brown stare.
He nodded, a sharp jerk of his head. “I apologize, Miriam. But that human is dangerous,” he said. “Stay away from him.”
Chapter 9
In Which Sahir Demonstrates Startling Versatility
“Human?” I said, blankly. I stared at Milo’s door. There was no label underneath his name that saidHumanorCan lie.
This would have been a handy label.
I realized four things in quick succession.
First, Sahir thought that Milo had information to share with me—maybe about the Court or my captivity.
Second, Milo was a human.
Which meant that, third, instead of performing espionage like Sahir thought, or flirting with an interesting and very attractive faerie like I thought, I had been happily traipsing the corridors of the Court with some dude who grew up in Waco, Texas.
Who, fourth, could lie to me.
Sahir took me by the elbow and led me up the artery to the main hall. He didn’t say anything else.
The silence stretched and snapped. “You don’t tell me what to do,” I said, exasperated. “I do whatever dangerous things I want to. And Milo isn’t even dangerous, unless you mean dangerously hot.”
Sahir did not dignify this outburst with a response.
We proceeded in angry silence. I tried not to think about how uncomfortable I’d been with all of Milo’s touches.
“He’s ahuman?” I said, still reeling.
“Mostly. He claims some Fae blood, and I think a grandmother who was a banshee.”
I glared at him. “I’m sure he was going to tell me that.”
Sahir tilted his chin up in a very supercilious way, like an eleven-year-old boy preparing to explain an exciting bug fact to his friends. “I thought you cannot see the future, Lady of the True Dreams.”
I groaned and wrenched my elbow out of his grasp. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”
“Aren’tyou?”
“I was working. I took a break.” It sounded more defensive than I had intended. Sahir wasn’t my boss.
“I sensed your danger through our bond.”
“Bond?” I sputtered. And, “Danger?”
“Yes, for I am your knight, and sworn to defend you,” he said, sounding irritated at having to explain this, and not very knightlike at all.
“I don’t even think you’re a real knight,” I snapped. “You don’t wear armor.”
Sahir stalked ahead of me, his shoulders tense. “Who would wear armor to an office building, Miriam? An idiot. And am I an idiot?”
I growled and chased him down the hallway, running to catch up. “Just tell me what happened and why you thought I was in danger.”
“I was in a meeting about the release of a new green bond,” he started, “and I felt an abyss open in your soul, so I left the office and came to find you.”
