that seized your attention. She embraced a confidence and a
cleverness even more than the other girls.
I couldn’t have felt tinier, more boring, or more
insubstantial, which only made me want to fight her.
“You know where he is?” Ryker pushed through the
girls surrounding him. They stepped back, sending Ryker longing
stares. The way the blonde woman moved and the response of the
other girls to her told me she was their leader.
“I did not say that. I said I might know of
someone.”
“Either you do or you don’t. Damn, you fairies love
to play games.”
“Oh, I think you do, too, Wanderer. Kinky ones. I can
feel it in you. I can guarantee you will love playing them with
me.” She looked him up and down, her eyes undressing him. “Yes, we
know who you are. You are a legend among us fae.” Other than Amara,
this gorgeous, confident woman was one I could picture with Ryker.
“Maybe we can work out a deal.”
One of his eyebrows went up. “A deal?”
“We help you, and you help us. Scratch each other’s
backs... and I’ve got an itch needing attention. If the gossip is
true, you are exceptional in that area.” She pressed closer to him.
She revealed not one ounce of shyness or doubt he would say no to
her proposition.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumbled, my nails
digging trenches into my palms.
“What do you say, Wanderer?”
Ryker slid his hand down her face and pulled her body
in line with his. His other hand pushed her ass into him so she
could feel every part of him. The woman’s knees buckled; her eyes
widening with desire.
Anger bristled up my neck till I thought my hair was
standing straight.
He grasped her hair and yanked her head back. “I
don’t make deals.” Then he turned away, moving toward me.
“Wait,” the blonde yelled. “I can’t give you a name,
but you need to meet back here at sundown. I know someone you can
talk to.”
A smile spread over Ryker’s face, his eyes on me.
“Tonight then.” He didn’t even look back as he
grabbed my arm and tugged me back on the path.
“Bye,” a girl’s singsong voice rang out after us.
I yanked out of his grip, adjusting my bag on my hip.
Sprig’s weight lopsided one end of the carrier.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“Really?” One eyebrow cocked up.
“Yes.” I flicked my eyes to the side in annoyance.
“But I mean, was that necessary?”
“What?”
I crossed my arms and tilted my head back to the
women.
“Are you jealous?” Ryker snorted.
“Jealous of gorgeous women with Jessica Rabbit bodies
and legs up to their temples? Please...” I kept moving forward,
quickly.
“Jessica Rabbit?”
I waved it off. “I guess if you like them dumb as
shit.” And beautiful and willing to do anything in bed.
Fuck .
I rubbed at my forehead. What man wouldn’t prefer a
bunch of stunning, eager-to-please vixens?
Double fuck .
“You are jealous.” He slowed so much I had to
stop walking and turn my body to look back.
“No, I am not.” The words rushed out of my mouth with
force. I’m not. But whatever I felt, I did not like it.
“Really? So you wouldn’t care if I took one of them
up on their offer? Or maybe all of them at once.”
I whirled around, picking up my stride. “Do what you
want.”
“Zoey.”
I ignored him.
I heard his shoes crunch in the dirt as he jogged to
me. “Zoey, you know I was only playing them to get what I wanted. I
knew they wanted me, and I worked it.”
“Jeez. Ego big enough?”
“It’s a fact. Water fairies are not the brightest of
fae and only want one thing.”
“Sounds like a man.”
He grasped my arm and stopped me. “Look at me.” I
turned my head to his. “I don’t want any of them. I like women with
a bit more depth and stubbornness to them.”
So many emotions exploded in my chest, and I glanced
away. “Good thing for Amara then,” I mumbled.
He didn’t respond for a breath before replying,
“Yeah.”
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