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laughing. There were no
words after that. Breena stood, ignored the few pieces of potato that plopped
to the floor and walked out of the room. She passed a still cackling Gran and stormed
straight into the bathroom.
     
    Thame wanted to laugh. He hadn’t felt the
urge to laugh in so many years, he didn’t know if he actually could. She was a
mass of beauty and clumsiness but every time she tripped, he found himself
trying to catch her. Would she be shy in his arms or would she be a fiery vixen
who challenged his every move?
    He liked the fact that she only flubbed
around him. Did Breena feel the heat that sparked between them? Was she too
afraid of him to accept this attraction? Was she even interested? He hadn’t
been with a woman in so damn long and hadn’t cared about his appearance until
he found himself in this cozy house with her. He also had the luck to meet her
at the worst possible time. They were on the verge of war and he was thinking
with his dick.
    She would however, be in the shower right
now. He could hear water rushing through the pipes in the old house. He closed
his eyes and inhaled harshly. She was in there naked with water cascading down
bare skin, between her ripe breasts and the sweet cove between her legs. He
shifted, so he could lean forward and his back would greet the sun. The
bandaged protected his skin from any harmful rays or particles.
    Besides, his erection needed some breathing
room. The quilt tented just as the older woman entered the bedroom. Just what
he needed more evidence that he was lust motivated.
    “I met one of your kind once...”
    She handed him a bowl of steaming stew
and he immediately thought of Breena. He took the bowl in both hands and held
it over his lap.
    “He was...a nice man, a good man, he saved
me and for a while he’d come here to tell me stories about this magical kingdom.”
    “What was his name?” Thame figured if she
really hated his kind, the stew would be poisoned or she’d just cleave off his
head, which meant it wasn’t hate as he first suspected.
    “Keyn.”
    His mouth nearly dropped open. He wasn’t
the only scared fairy in the kingdom but Keyn had this gnarly scar across his
eye. He also hated humans with a passion after they tortured him as a child.
    “He’s still alive isn’t he? Probably
looking like a young stud while I’m all wrinkled.” she scrunched her nose in
distaste. “But he was like a brother to me. He was about fourteen when he found
us and had the cutest smile in all of Ireland. Very sweet and kind. He’d come
here every night to tell me these amazing stories and then one day he just
stopped showing up. It broke me heart.” Her voice became thick with accent and
both her hands fluttered to her chest. “Is he well? Is he happy?”
    Thame wasn’t sure what to say. Should he
reveal the truth or go with a bold face lie? “He’s well.” He went with the lie,
but it was worth whatever penance when her face lit up with a smile.
    “Eat your stew,” she said with a grin,
but it quickly faded. “And stay away from me Iníon!” With that, she walked out
and closed the door until barely a sliver of light illuminated the room.
    Trying to maneuver to the bathroom
without his wings and a broken ankle was likely to be an event in itself. If he
had his wings, he could easily fly out take care of business and be back in bed
before either woman knew. He’d also be able to fly home.
    Debating solved nothing so he slowly, cautiously
moved his legs to the edge of the bed. His good foot landed. When no pain
exploded through his body, he fumbled to his feet. His muscles were sore from
the lack of movement and the healing that was slowly taking place. The bone
where his wings grew had been untouched by the cruel hands of the trolls and
his beloved feature was slowly growing back. It would take at least a week for
them to pierce the raw, ravaged skin and then a long recovery before he could
possibly fly. He was looking at months of waiting