Fairy Prey by Anna Keraleigh Read Free Book Online

him. When her breasts
were covered, she headed toward the door in search of Brook and some time away
from the dark fairy.
    Whisper flew off into
the fading light and Morrigan was blissfully alone as she trudged down the
stairs. She only made it halfway when Thame, the golden fairy, came around the
corner with his sword pointed in her direction.
    He took one look at her
face and lowered the weapon. “Sorry. You smell like a troll.”
    Morrigan sniffed and
winced. She did smell like a troll, a combination of dirt and rotten fruit. She
walked past the fairy and found Brook in the den with her feet propped up on
the small wooden table. There was a wound on her cousin’s arm that Brielle was
currently healing. The female fairy had gorgeous white wings that Morrigan was
pretty sure everyone alive would envy. In Brook’s other arm was little Adara
who was getting bigger. The babe looked like she would be walking any day now.
    “So you had some action
too?” Brook said with a one eye open. The other was swollen shut.
    “Banshee talks didn’t go
so well.”
    “Let me tell you,
banshees are some crazy motherfucking bitches.” She winced as Brielle placed
her hands over Brook’s injured eye.
    “Put a check next to
those stories as true.”
    “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Brook hissed out a breath and then Brielle stood. The beautiful fairy smiled at
her before leaving the room. Brook was once again herself, two eyes glaring at
Morrigan. “You smell...interesting.”
    Morrigan snorted.
    “Trolls and...musky
like... Holy shit, you smell like Whisper!” Brook sat up, jostling Adara who
whined for only a moment before falling back to sleep in her mother’s arms.
    “Because he flew me
here,” Brook lied but she didn’t know why. They had always shared everything,
but the lie came out as smooth as a baby’s ass. “We found the trolls. Killed a
group of them and collapsed the last of the caves.”
    Brook lifted a brow.
“You sure that was all you did?”
    “Of course.” Morrigan
rolled her eyes.
    “You twitched!” Brook
pointed an accusing finger and Adara started to whine. “Oh, sorry, sorry.” She
rocked the child in her arms. “Your eye twitched. That’s your signal.”
    “I don’t have a signal,”
Morrigan said.
    “How do you think I
always beat you at poker or knew when you were sneaking out to party?”
    Morrigan plopped down on
the chair beside Brook and took a deep breath. “You could have told me that
sooner.” She sighed. “Did you know he has fangs?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean actual pointy
fangs like a freaking vampire.”
    Brook stiffened. “Like a
troll...”
    Morrigan was about to
deny it, but they were short like a troll’s teeth. Whisper had been able to
hide them in his mouth all this time. “I guess... Why?”
    Brook sat back and bit
her bottom lip. “I’ve been waiting to tell you this but...I wanted to be sure,
and then I felt horrible accusing someone.”
    “Just tell me.” The
mirth from their conversation was gone.
    “Carrick.” Her voice
hitched as she said her former mate’s name. “He wasn’t killed by trolls.”
    Morrigan was silent.
Stunned.
    “I went back after...
There were no troll prints, no troll blood. He was too good a fighter to not
even scratch a troll.” Brook held Adara closer. “There were footprints. Feet
prints...a man.”
    “But that’s
impossible...” Morrigan began but quickly stopped. “You think… you think it’s a
fairy? A fairy helping the trolls!” Then she thought about Whisper’s fangs, his
troll fangs. “It can’t be him.”
    “Wick was the only one I
saw. He’s the only one I trust. Well, fuck, I trust them all, but he’s the only
one who I know one hundred percent did not...murder my mate.” A tear slid down
Brook’s cheek.
    “It can’t be Whisper,”
Morrigan said in a rush. “He’s scary and a freak, and he may have troll fangs,
but I truly believe it’s not him.” She did. Her heart told her he was not