Faerie Lightning (Fae Rebel Academy Book 1) by Samaire Wynne

Author:Samaire Wynne [Wynne, Samaire]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Black Raven Books
Published: 2022-07-27T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

In Which We Form a Plan, After Other Things

I felt dejected, and at the same time, invigorated with all the new knowledge I had acquired. I rose to my feet, stretching my neck back and to the side. It twinged sharply, making me cringe and grab the side of my neck.

Jesse stood and gently touched my neck where it met my shoulder.

“Right here?” He asked, moving his finger to massage the muscles underneath.

I stretched my neck sideways. “Yes, oh, ouch! Be careful.”

“Sorry.” He adjusted his hand. “Better?”

“Mmm, yes,” I said softly, my voice ending in a moan. I’d never had anyone massage my neck; I had no idea it felt so good.

“Here, let me get behind you; I can reach better,” he said.

I shifted on the bed, turning sideways.

“There you go,” he murmured, working at my neck and shoulders now with both hands.

Magic hands. Literally.

I giggled.

“What’s so funny?” he asked softly.

“Nothing.” I muffled another chuckle. “Um, tell me about this thing the sorcerer was looking for.”

“Oh, no one really knows much about it,” said Jesse. “Just that it’s ancient, an artifact containing great power and meaning, but that the meaning has been lost to the ages. I believe the sorcerers started out by researching these old things of power, and their research and motives became corrupted. It wasn’t always this way, but in the last fifty years or so, everything became degraded. Their motivations became tainted.”

“So my parents…”

“Your parents were just unlucky,” said Jesse. “Or maybe your line was one of the old lines descended from royalty, considered strong enough to protect the artifact, to hold it against any evil that might want to possess it for corrupt reasons.”

“What? ‘Descended from… royalty’? What does that mean?” I asked. The feel of his hands and the smell of his body was heady, and it was beginning to affect my… emotions.

Jesse’s hands were slower now, massaging deeper, manipulating muscles that had been in knots for as long as I could remember.

“In the old days of the tribe, the royal knights were charged with protecting priceless artifacts, hiding them and keeping them safe from misuse,” he explained. “Ever hear of the myth of the Holy Grail? The brass cup used in the Last Supper?”

“I thought that was just make believe,” I said, surprised.

“It is. At least, the original story has been lost to antiquity, a lot of what people say about it today is probably made up. But in that myth, the knight charged with hiding and protecting the grail did his job so well that it was never found. In that myth.”

“I see where you’re going with this,” I said, my breath heavy. “You’re saying that knights were in charge of protecting priceless heirlooms or objects, and some of them did it so well that the items were just… lost?” The thought of my parents dying for nothing was troubling.

“Oh, I don’t think they’re completely lost,” he said. “The families of the knights know where they are, they still protect them. It’s a sacred charge, to be responsible for something that powerful.

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