Demon Day by Penelope Fletcher (best novels in english .TXT) 📕

Devlin’s words came back tome; “Don’t you see, Rae? The rebels arestill part of my Tribe and they will be until the day I no longerrule … they may not agree with me and encourage Lochlann’s tantrumand defy me for a while, but so be it … Breandan overstepped hisplace … turned his back on tradition thousands of years old … Don’tbe foolish, you have a chance to save many of our kind … Ourancestors’ legacy flows strongly through your veins, and you couldhelp bring us back together …We are fairy and bound to keep ouroath by magics … take your rightful place in my Tribe we can put anend to this feud.”

All the blood drained from my head andI swayed. Breandan stepped forward to help me, but I staggeredback. If he touched me he would overwhelm me, and make it too hardto think. Make it hard to see past the web of half-truth’s they hadtold to manipulate me.

“He wanted the same thingsyou did. He wanted me to help him bring the race back together. Hetold me himself, and we fairies cannot lie. He practically beggedme to help and I didn’t listen because you all had me convincedthat he was evil.”

Breandan cut the air with a bold swipeof his palm as if to erase the words and the feeling of distrustswelling between us. “You have seen what he has done. Do not makethe mistake of seeing our actions as immoral. He ispoison.”

Balling up my fists, I shook them athim. “Being evil and being a hard-assed leader are two differentbloody things. What I’m beginning to understand is Lochlann decidedhe knew what was best for the fairy race and fractured it.” Iturned to Conall. “You told me our family had to fix the mess wemade, but all we’ve done is make it worse.”

Conall shook his head violently,ponytail flicking from side to side, his face anguished. “This mustbe done. He was making things unbearable. He became suspicious ofeverything and everyone.”

“Clearly he had reason tobe,” I seethed.

“He withdrew from the otherdemons instead of using his influence to guide them into a newera,” Conall objected. “He was killing us.”

Even now, their words soundedreasonable, and could be nothing but truth, but I now knew it wasonly one side of the story.

I put my hands over my ears. “Stop it.Stop talking.”

Breandan did touch me this time. Heyanked my hands down and kept his long fingers wrapped round mywrists. “We had to result to base measure to remove a base threat.What we did walked the line between what is right and what iswrong, but we never crossed it. It was my purpose to give my bodyto protect the people. I am covered with symbols and incantationsof power that have been gathered for millennia and passed down fromone chosen fairy to another. They help me see, guide my actions. Iswear to you that we were doing what was right.”

I wanted to push him away from me, andthat was my intention when my hand slapped against his bare chest,but the moment I touched him I felt so grounded my growing rageflowed from my body and was replaced with an eerie calm. Almostreverently, I traced the marks that flowed down his torso. Heshuddered and turned his back to me as I glided the pads of myfingers over his skin, around his pinions, swirling and twistingwith the ink drawn onto his skin in bold and frightfully sinistercurves. I had wondered why some seemed evil to me and now I had myanswer. Breandan was covered in tattoos that represented the lightand the dark. My fairy-boy was a mix of both and I had thought himso virtuous and good. I flushed. Some of the things he had donewere not virtuous indeed, and most of them concerned me.

I sucked in a breath, knowing themoment I let him go the clarity would fade, and everything wouldbecome a confused scribble across the canvass of my understanding.It would be an unholy muddle and I did not know if I possessed thewisdom to see past it.

I stepped back and let my hands slidefrom his skin, immediately mourning the loss of connection.Breandan flexed his back and slanted a look over his shoulderbefore turning to face me fully. Pining me to the spot with theintensity of his stare he reached out to pull me into him. My eyesdarted to Conall who stood off to the side, looking stressed andguilty, but too distracted to say anything about how Breandan heldme. His warm hand on my cheek had my gaze returning tohis.

“Forgive me,” he saidhumbly and bowed his head. “I should have shown more faith in you.I only wanted to do what was best.”

I cupped one of my hands behind thenape of his neck, and let the other clasp the waist of his trousersto tug his body flush to mine. His eyes burned with silver flamesand he swallowed loudly. For once, he did not seem worried aboutanybody else nearby. He was single-minded. Focused. This I couldtell from the impression he sent down the bond – a glowing, goldenlight that represented me in his consciousness. All his attentionwas on me and it was an intense, breathtaking thing.

Of course, I would forgive him, butother people would have to work harder for my forgiveness. I sensedthere was another key to this mess.

“Ana,” I called and jerkedmy head at her. “Get over here.”

She hesitated, blue eyes suspiciouslymoist as she shuffled forward.

My wings jack-knifed out, flutteringin irritation. They were bigger than before. When they had firstappeared they were much smaller, cute even. Now I could feel thevelvety bottoms brush the middle of my thighs, and the tips climbedso high they were out of my line of sight.

Still, Ana dragged her smallfeet.

I hissed, “Now.”

Breandan brushed his lips across mytemple. “Be nice.” He kissed me again and stepped back.

My lip twitched.Be nice?

The white witch’s face was pink as shestopped before me. How different a small piece of information canmake a relationship? I’d figured out why Ana was so hell bent onhelping the fairies and why her