Hunted (Book One of the Forever Faire Series): A Fae Fantasy Romance Novel Read Online Free PDF

good bunch. While they’re here they always put on free shows for the townspeople.”
    “Must be fun.” Kayla turned toward him and almost asked if they also liked to shape-shift while kissing lost women. “I thought I heard a motorcycle out there, too.”
    “All the Forever Faire guys ride them,” he said. Kayla went still. “Saves them from having to haul those big caravans when they have to come to town for supplies, I expect. But up here at the lodge they use their horses. Looks more authentic. Easier to get around on horseback, too.”
    By the time they reached Kayla’s rental car, she’d made a plan. Although she needed desperately to get to Tara, she’d never felt closer to figuring out the bikers. The motorcycles couldn’t be a coincidence.
    After a few minutes the tow truck arrived. Kayla paid the driver for adding some gas to her tank, and smiled with relief when the engine promptly started. After he left to go on another call she thanked the officer for his help.
    “No problem,” he said. “There’s a couple of service stations in town where you can fill up.” He climbed back into his cruiser. “Have a good trip, now, and watch that fuel gauge.”
    Kayla waved goodbye before she got back in the car and drove to where she had seen Ryan jump the fence. But there was no way she could do the same in her car. She thumped the steering wheel with a gloved fist. But as she glared ahead at the patch of road illuminated by the headlights, she saw a break in the barbwire. As she nudged the car forward for a look, she wondered if she could climb over the fence. Except the last thing she wanted was to be in the cold again.
    “A gate,” she muttered, as she pulled off the road next to it.
    Beyond was a small access road. Although she left the engine running, she checked for traffic in the rearview mirror, then up ahead, and hopped out of the car. The gate was closed by a drop latch, but it wasn’t secured. She shoved it open and heard rusty hinges squeal, before she trotted back to the car.
    “I’ll just see where he went,” she said, bargaining with her conscience as she turned off the headlights. “Then I’ll drive to town, gas up, and find Tara. Then I’ll have a breakdown, and get my head examined.”
    Despite the words, though, she was on to something. If she and Tara were going to stand a chance of not looking over their shoulders all their lives, she had to get to the bottom of this.
    The gradual incline of the road led Kayla to the top of a rise where she slowed the car and then stopped. Moonlight sketched out a massive clearing encircled by towering pines and broad oaks. In the center stood a low, wide, stone-walled building that had to be the old ski lodge. Next to it was a barn with two wings of stables. Kayla shut off the engine and climbed out to get a better look. Scattered around the edges of the clearing were large trucks, horse trailers, campers and flatbeds.
    The show people probably occupied the lodge. Most of the windows were lit from within, and white wood smoke drifted from multiple chimneys on the roof. Someone had also built up a roaring blaze in a huge fire pit just in front of the lodge, around which several figures stood.
    What Kayla didn’t see was a single motorcycle–or snow–anywhere around the lodge.
    She walked down, taking care not to stumble or make a sound like last time. As she drew closer she noted the big, rolled hay bales stacked in double rows beside the barn, as if they’d just been delivered. Judging by the size of the stables, the amount of hay, and the number of transport trailers, Kayla estimated Ryan and his friends had at least two dozen horses. If nothing else that indicated how prosperous they were. Maintaining a large, healthy stable was beyond expensive these days.
    So he’s rich as well as magical. But then, why bother performing? Maybe a Renfaire is the only place he can use his mojo without drawing attention.
    Assuming Ryan hadn’t changed his