Protecting Shaylee (The Fae Guard Book 1)
council.” I sigh in frustration, knowing what’s ahead. “Most likely, they’ll send us right to Fate.”
    “Ok. You want to share with the class why this bothers you? Should I be afraid of—whoever that is?” Shaylee picks up on the obvious reluctance in my tone.
    I stay silent for a moment, loathe to admit my weakness. However, I don’t want her to be afraid when there is no need. I gaze out the window, beyond her shoulder, keeping my eyes averted. “Honestly, Fate, well, she—she kind of creeps me the hell out.” A quick glance to my right, I see Shaylee watching me closely. Then she starts to giggle. To my utter mortification, I feel my cheeks heat. What the hell, Aden? When did you turn into a little girl? I bite my tongue and ignore the fact that I’m fucking talking to myself.
    Done with this conversation, I button my jacket, step out of the car, and grab our bags. Shaylee follows suit, tugging her coat closed against the cold, and looking around at our environment. We have pulled into a small turnout on an empty, dirt road. The sun is bright and the vast, open fields of green, surrounding us, reflect the rays cascading down. I soak in the power from the heat, my eye wide open, staring directly at the glowing orb. Our hearing and sight are stronger than a human’s in any situation. However, unlike humans with light colored eyes, the vision of the Fae is amplified by the golden hues and sunglasses would only hinder us.
    I give myself over to my magic for a minute, searching for the unnatural, cool rush that warns me when dark power is near. But, I only feel the warmth of my pure magic. Oddly, I feel it surrounding me, thicker than normal, with a stronger heat that comforts me. When I open my eyes and turn to face Shaylee, the heat begins to fade. She is staring at me curiously.
    “Why do you do that?”
    I raise an eyebrow in question as I walk around the car towards her. “Do what?”
    “You sort of, um—” she stops, searching for words. “Glow isn’t the right word. You just have a radiance about you sometimes. Like there is sunshine in your soul.”
    I laugh at her description and she wrinkles her pert little nose in exasperation. “That’s just it, baby. There is sunshine in my soul. The sun is like air to us. We absorb it into our every cell. It keeps our magic pure and our souls clean.”
    “Why do you only look that way sometimes? You did it earlier this morning too.”
    “Anytime you use your magic, the radiance of the sun will shine through you.” I grab her hand and hold it out into the sunlight. Her skin takes on a little glow and you just faintly see the outline of the bones in her fingers. “See how the sun lightens your skin, you can almost see through it.”
    She nods and I see a small smile playing at her lips. “We used to do this all the time when I was a kid. I liked to pretend I had x-ray vision.” Her smile widens as she goes on. “Dad used to say that I shined from the inside out.” The sweet smile that was gracing her face begins to fade, replaced by hollow look of grief.
    Using her hand to pull her closer, I wrap her in my embrace. With one finger, I lift her chin and stare into the ocean blue of her eyes. “He was always teaching you, baby. Remember those lessons with the happiness of the moment. I know you miss him, but don’t dwell on what was lost. He wouldn’t want that. ” I place a soft kiss on the tip of her nose and then my eyes drop to her pink lips. When her tongue darts out to wet them, I stifle a groan. Damn. The little things about her turn me on. I step away before she can notice the effect she is having on my rapidly, hardening dick. Something in her eyes tells me she already noticed, but now certainly isn’t the time to be pursuing that avenue. Of course, my cock is in complete disagreement with that sentiment.
    She throws a look at our joined hands, but doesn’t pull away. Progress. I throw our bags over my other shoulder and begin leading

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