Princess of Shadows: A Dark Fae Fantasy Romance by Olivia Hart (read me a book txt) 📕

spend the night. Tomorrow, we need to make you smell like another woman.”

He grinned and glanced down at me before chuckling to himself, “And maybe pick up some clothes that don’t make you look so terribly human.” I glanced at my clothes and realized that being in the mists had made all of my clothes damp. Especially my shirt where his copy had held me.

I’d felt at least a little embarrassed because of them before, but now I felt more humiliated than when I’d had to wear that skank outfit to the club.

“Some clothes and shoes would be nice,” I said in agreement. “Though, the grass is nicer here.”

He nodded and began to walk away from the pond we’d sat down by. Into the woods. I glanced at the unicorn who was still grazing in the same area as he had been. He looked up and watched me as though he was trying to decide whether or not he should pursue me again.

After a second, he put his mouth to the grass, and I felt just a little bit better. Who knew that a freaking unicorn would be the first thing to try to kill me?

Then I realized that it wasn’t. Sebastian was. He’d come to kill me, and I still wasn’t completely sure he wasn’t going to. All I knew about him was that he’d stolen me away from my life and brought me to a world where, according to him, everything was going to try to kill me. Even unicorns.

Everything else was based on what he’d told me. The assassin could be trying to rescue me. I had no proof that I was anything other than human. All I knew was that everything had turned insane the moment that I’d seen him.

I followed him anyway. What else was I supposed to do?

Chapter 9

Sebastian

I was not a fan of this woman. Queen or not. She talked incessantly. Every moment that we finally had a moment of silence, she began jabbering. I’d never met another fairy who could manage to annoy me as much as her. Except maybe Seraphina. Maybe. At least I had never had to travel with Seraphina.

“So, can all fairies do this whole mist thing? Or is that just a Tinkerbell thing?”

I pulled my hood up trying to keep from showing her just how annoying she was. If, on the very unlikely chance, she was a Queen, the last thing I wanted was for her to realize that I disliked her this much.

“My name is Sebastian. Please stop referring to me as Tinkerbell if you want me to answer any more of your idiotic human questions.”

I gave her a moment to respond, and she seemed to consider it before nodding. I’d saved her life while putting mine in jeopardy, and she struggled to say my name. This is why I didn’t deal with the Mortal Realm or humans.

“All fairies have powers, but they differ based on bloodlines and other things. Most of them tend to have power over a specific element or piece of the world. Some are natural gardeners because they can help the plants grow more quickly or more distinctly. They’ll build entire homes out of living plants.”

“Others can command water and tend to work on or around the water, creating currents where there aren’t any or sensing fish hiding far below the surface.”

“The mists are mine. It’s an uncommon power, but that’s probably for the best. There aren’t a lot of ways for the Fae to make use of the mists other than for murder.”

“Interesting. So, what’s mine?” she asked like I was some kind of seer capable of reading the soul.

“I have no clue. You’ll have to figure that out yourself or maybe with the help of a seer. Maybe we could just be quiet for a little bit? The warren is close, but I have to sense it, and it’s a lot easier without all the talking.”

She finally shut her mouth for more than two seconds, and I was grateful that she believed that fairy truth. As with all fairy truths, it wasn’t a lie. It was easier to feel the warrens hidden beneath the surface of this Realm if I was able to concentrate. Once upon a time, a thousand years ago when I was learning how to shadow walk with Nyx at my side, I would have needed quiet. Now it was nearly as easy as running.

Rose continued to look around us as we passed through the forest. The trees were different than her human ones. Little berries hung from the limbs in small rings. Half were poisonous and half were delicious. If you saw only the berries, you’d never be able to tell the difference, but underneath the berries, the leaves of the poisonous rings were edged in white. The edible ones had leaves edged in black.

A blue-skinned pixie sat on one of the trees picking berries out of a ring and shoving them into its mouth. It began to scream at us as we passed, and Rose jumped, her body brushing against mine.

I inhaled sharply as my body reacted instinctively, catching her before she fell over me. The touch of her skin sent sharp reminders of what she could be. Dark and light mixed in a weaving, twisting blend of powers that was intoxicating to a being such as me.

She jerked away from me, and I knew that she felt the attraction to me that all Fae felt. Somehow, the only time that she’d ever shown me anything even close to what other Fae had shown me, she had been angry at feeling those emotions. No one else had ever been angry that they’d lusted after me.

The memory of how she’d reacted was burned into my mind because unlike the thousands of other partners I’d had throughout my life, when I pulled away, she didn’t beg me to keep going. Instead, she’d turned away as well.

Maybe it was just because she