Menage a Fairy (A Fairy Novel) by Anna Keraleigh Read Free Book Online

The corner of his lips lifted.
    “Oh.” Heat of another blush crept up her face. “That would be a shame.” Hell, did she just say that aloud?
    “Yes, yes, it would.” Wick leaned closer, his lips parting and pressing ever so gently against hers. He then pulled away and flew off into the sky in search of the woman she loved.
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    Jayn stood on the edge of the cliff. Below her was the kingdom of the fairies. She could hardly believe her eyes but the proof was right there. This wasn’t some dream, some accident-induced vision. She took a deep breath. After spending several hours alone, she had come to a painful conclusion. Jayn would leave. Annalise had been searching for this world, for that fairy, for years and Jayn would not be the one to break that. She had asked the king permission to leave, gathered some supplies in a leather pouch, and taken off. Thame had offered to escort her but she refused. With the trolls no longer a threat, she just wanted to be alone. Jayn planned to head to the boat and sail away, find the nearest port and then an airport. All she wanted to do was go home to noisy New York.
    After the long trek to the top, she couldn’t help but turn and stare. Annalise would be happy here. This place could use her warmth and bright spirit. Jayn knew it would take a long time for her own heart to mend, but it was the right decision. It was time to go home, alone.
    Jayn turned, looking over her shoulder, and then walked toward the forest. The grass was turning brighter. There were more patches of green with spring arriving. The air was crisp, filled with a warm breeze that ruffled Jayn’s short hair.
    “Does she know you left?” Wick’s voice sounded from the sky. He hovered over the ground, a frown on his face.
    “There’s a note. I made the choice so she wouldn’t have to.” Jayn turned to him. “If you break her heart, I’ll break you.” With those parting words, she walked on. Giving up on the woman she spent the last four years falling in love with.
    “She loves you.”
    Was he following her? What more could the bastard want? He had already taken all she held dear. “Is there a reason you’re bothering me?”
    “If you leave, she will not be pleased.”
    “The world isn’t cupcakes and candy canes,” Jayn said. She worked all her life in the real world with murderers and rapists. She had been shot twice and nearly killed by a biker with a pipe. Jayn was a survivor. “Goodbye, Wick.” She walked on, but he followed. It was really starting to piss her off. She had given Annalise up and now he was irritating her.
    “We should talk,” he offered, hovering beside her.
    “We should part ways before I feel the urge to kick your ass again.”
    “I think you just wanted an excuse to touch me,” he said with a glint in his eye.
    “Oh, get real. Unless you have a pussy underneath that loincloth, I am not interested.”
    Wick grinned.
    Was he enjoying this? Jayn stopped, ready to let lose another fist on him when a sound penetrated her anger. It wasn’t loud. A distant tapping. No, hammering. She ignored the fairy before her and glanced around. It sounded closer, like it was moving, but who the hell would be hammering in the woods? “Do you...” She glanced at Wick’s face before she finished the question.
    Wick’s eyes went wide, his hand shifted to his sword, and he spread his legs to a more prepared stance.
    “Trolls?” Jayn was eager to get out some of her frustration.
    “Worse. Lú Chorpain.”
    She lifted a brow and scrunched her forehead. “A what?”
    “Come here. We’re flying. Now.”
    “Absolutely not. I’ll fight whatever it is. I’m not a wimp.”
    “Damn it, woman.” Wick sounded frustrated. He pulled his sword free. “We must flee.”
    “Maybe if you tell me what it is.” Jayn pulled out her gun. She wasn’t cocky enough to be stupid but the panic in his voice was not helping her confidence.
    “The English word is...um...leprechaun.”
    Jayn lowered