26. The Fae King
”She asked for something,” announced Rosie.
I grinned a wicked grin. At last. A tip of the hand. She must want something. No one was so selfless. Since I had gone to collect her, she had only asked for things for others—protection for her family and a way to communicate with her younger sister.
Show me your ugly side, little human,I thought gleefully. Your greed.
”Well, what is it?” I prompted Rosie.
”She asked for gardening implements—a spade, seeds, and wheelbarrow.”
I frowned. ”You can”t be serious?”
I was beginning to believe there was nothing wrong with this human. She wasn’t a witch. She wasn’t greedy. She wasn’t wrathful.
Instead, I couldn’t help but find her beautiful with her blonde sun-kissed hair that she rarely tamed, eyes as blue and deep as the ocean, wide hips and round breasts so unlike my own people, and those adorable freckles scattered across her nose.
I wasn’t sure I had ever seen someone so lovely. The sharp, ethereal beauty of my own people was nothing compared to her warm strength.
And the way she had felt pressed against my body when we kissed. I had wanted so much more.
It wasn’t just her looks. She was honest. She had no trouble putting me in my place when she believed I was wrong. Something I wasn’t used to from any woman in my own court who agreed with my every word. Which meant I never knew whether they truly agreed or not.
Georgia was fiercely stubborn—trekking out into the woods day after day with no escort. Even now, I couldn’t help but admire the hard work she was putting into some ill-fated gardening project, her attempt to pull beauty from the earth. Something I never expected from a human.
She had been kind to Rosie and Harry.
It was at that moment that I caught myself. What was I thinking? Physical attraction was one thing, but was it possible I was beginning to have actual feelings for this human woman?
Shewas supposed to fall for me. Not the other way around.