Into the Fae by Quinn Loftis Read Free Book Online

to come drag your writhing bodies from your beds, because it would make me puke and I dearly hate to puke,” she called out over her shoulder not bothering to see the looks on their faces.
     
     

Chapter 3
    “If you are a villain, eventually there will come a day when you finally admit that you like the taste of all things evil. You like doing evil deeds, you take joy in others pain and you seriously struggle not to turn every idiot you meet into a beetle that you can then step on with a satisfying crunch. But when the day comes that you finally encounter an evil darker, and fouler than your own, the taste you so dearly cherished becomes bitter ash in the back of your throat.” ~Lorelle
     
    “Why have you come to my home, Lorelle?” Volcan’s voice echoed off the cold stone walls. Lorelle looked around her, feeling vulnerable because she couldn’t see him and yet he could somehow see her. “I found myself in need of new lodgings,” she told him casually.
    She heard his chuckle and knew the nonchalant tone in her voice hadn’t fooled him.
    “Come now, it’s rude to be dishonest when you’re a guest.”
    “Isn’t it always rude to be dishonest?” She asked.
    “In the face of murder,” he let his words set in before he continued, “what’s a little dishonesty?”
    Lorelle immediately pushed up mental walls to cloak her thoughts from the ancient fae. She hadn’t even considered that he might be able to read her mind. “If you already know the answers, then why even bother to ask me questions?”
    “Perhaps I wanted to see if you would be honest with me.” There was another pause and then he finished with, “And perhaps I wanted to see if you could feel my presence.”
    “How is it that you…,”
    “Ah-ah,” he interrupted. “No more questions from you until you begin to answer my own. It seems the Fates have brought you to me. I cannot leave this place thanks to the Fae Council and their bloody binding spell.”
    Lorelle chuckled but tried to quickly cover it with a cough.
    “Is something amusing?” Volcan asked her.
    “Well it’s just that you called it a bloody binding spell and I couldn’t help but find that ironic since it took blood for the spell to work,” she explained though her humor had dried up by the time she was done.
    “Yes well I imagine your sister had something to do with that part of the spell. She was always quite powerful.”
    Lorelle bristled under the praise of her sister and couldn’t believe that even after she’d killed the egotistical wench she was still getting more accolades than her.
    “Now, tell me the truth or I will rip it from your mind and it won’t be pleasant,” the voice of Volcan growled at her.
    “Hence the whole ripping part,” Lorelle muttered.
    He made an exasperated sound and Lorelle could almost picture in her mind the face he would be making.
    “I guess I should start with hi my name is Lorelle and I killed my sister .”
     
    ∞
     
    Lucian stood outside of her door, his hand poised to knock. He hadn’t seen her since their encounter in the library and he was hungry for the sight of her, but something stopped him from knocking. Instead he stood there listening for her movements, and not for the first time feeling very unsure of himself. It was not a feeling he was used to and he found more and more that he did not like it.
    “You are acclimating well to this environment,” a soothing voice came from behind him. He turned and knelt all in the same motion, bowing his head to his creator.
    “Great Luna,” he rumbled.
    “But for all your acclimation, you hesitate at the door of your true mate. Why?”
    Lucian didn’t miss the reprimand in the Great Luna’s voice and fought the urge to cringe at the picture she painted. He, a dominate male, and an Alpha in his own right, stood like a scared pup outside the door of his mate instead of claiming what was his.
    “She doesn’t fully understand the bond and I won’t push her before she