Page 68 of The Shadow Fae Rhapsody
“Not me. Someone else. Someone I cared for deeply,” he finally replies, his voice turning grave.
My eyes sting and I fight the urge to cry. I can’t imagine what Shade has been through. I know nothing of his life as an assassin in Tiamat. How he would even know my father is beyond me. All I want to do is force the answer out from him. But I know I can’t do that.
“I’ll tell you about it someday,” he mutters before closing his eyes.
I tuck the injured assassin back to bed. Shade has always been an open book, someone easy for me to read between the lines. Right now, he’s almost indecipherable as the Velphyr’s codexes.
I make sure the Grimsbane is comfortable before leaving him. I’m used to hearing horrific tales of what mother had done during the Age of Conquest, but no one ever whispered a single bad thing about father. He was completely opposite to her. Reinhart Wiolant was a soft-spoken scholar loved by everyone around him. His work was well regarded by the elven, dwarven, fae, and orkan intellectuals across the continent.
Shade might be the first person who has such a reaction to him. Something must have happened. Part of me is afraid to find out. But I need to know the truth. Even if it will tarnish my memory of Reinhart Wiolant.
Chapter 9 Rhianelle
“That’s it, there’s a good girl.”
There have been moments where I wonder if this is a dream or a desperate wish of my heart. I look at the sight of myself desperately clutching the sheets while Svenn is pounding into me from behind.
Dream Nel and Dream Svenn are at it again.
“What’s wrong, Nel?” he asks in a voice of pure smoke. “Am I hitting all the good spots?”
Dream Nel shakes her head. “No, not all.”
A smirk forms on his lips. “Come on… How can you say that while slobbering on my cock?”
I wince at the vulgar words. Unlike Svenn, this dream version of him is unfiltered.
He leans down and kisses the shell of her ear. “Was that too intense?”
“It’s way too late to pretend that you’re nice and gentle,” she says, wiping tears from her eyes.
A sigh leaves him. “You’re right. I’m not.”
The two keep making love like they’re angry with each other. Dream Nel’s moans fill the room as he forces the pleasure out of her—out of me. My knees buckle as I come down with one hell ofan orgasm. I can tell from the soreness in my body that he laid claim to her multiple times already.
I walk—crawl to the bed and slump my body to lay beside them.
It’s fine…
They can do whatever they want. I don’t care.
I’m actually less envious of this weird dream now. Because the reality is so much better than this. A smile curves my lips as I stretch my hand and look at the spaces between my fingers. Today Svenn and I took a stroll in the park and he held my hand in his coat to keep it warm. My heart nearly burst from joy when he threaded our fingers together.
Afterwards, I pretended to fall asleep early and Svenn joined in to cuddle with me under the sheets. There’s a spot on his arm, a place just for me. I call it the Nook. That’s my home now. I bet he is still holding me right now in the real world. I squeal and hug the pillow tightly at the memory.
I want to wake up soon and meet my own Svenn. Tomorrow is my Name Day celebration. If I have my way, I’d rather spend the entire day with him doing absolutely nothing. But I need to use this rare opportunity Rainer has given me—
“Oh gods!” I cry out desperately.
Another wave of blinding sensation shatters through me, twisting every nerve and muscle until they snap. I’m coming so hard I see stars. I don’t know how many more of these I can take.
I roll my eyes and turn to the pair beside me.
“I haven’t come,” Dream Nel lies again stubbornly, even though her legs are still trembling from the force of that orgasm.
“Is that so?” Dream Svenn asks, his breathing harsh and labored. “It feels like you have.”
“Well, I haven’t.” She shakes her head.
