Tempest's Fury (The Lost Kingdom of Fallada Book 4) by Alicia Michaels

Author:Alicia Michaels [Michaels, Alicia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Marion Press
Published: 2015-02-27T23:00:00+00:00

Gretchen paused on her way to the kitchen, arrested by the sight of Arrian frowning at himself in the bathroom mirror. She had to choke back a laugh at the sight of him, his expression so at odds with his attire. He wore skinny jeans, which actually flattered his slender flame, a pair of Vans sneakers, and a T-shirt that said ‘Feel my shirt, it’s boyfriend material’ across the chest. His hair had been shaved on the sides and in the back, the long top of it pulled up into a loose knot that she immediately dubbed a ‘man-bun’.

He looked ridiculous. He looked like a teenage boy.

One of his pointed ears twitched.

“I can hear you, you know.”

Her breath caught in her throat on a gasp. “I didn’t make a sound!”

He shrugged, turning to face her, arms crossed over his chest. “You didn’t have to. I could hear you breathing.”

“I’m not that fat.”

He frowned. “Who said anything about your weight? I can hear that cricket crawling across the floor in the living room. I can also hear the couple upstairs fighting over breakfast.”

“So the ears aren’t just for show,” she remarked. “You look like a douchebag.”

Frown lines appeared between his eyebrows. “I am sorry, I’m not quite certain what this bag of douche is that you refer to.”

Gretchen tried not to laugh at him, but he wasn’t making it easy. She told him what the word meant between snorts of laughter, then laughed even harder at his horrified expression.

“Based on what I have learned from Phaedra, and the more I hear from you, I begin to think the people of Earth have the foulest mouths in the universe.”

She shrugged. “True story. Anyway, it’s good you look like that. It means you’ll fit in.”

He glanced down at his narrow waist. “I am quite certain I can fit, though I am quite tall.”

God, he was adorable.

“No, silly, I meant you’ll make friends easily. People will be nice to you. That is, if you plan on doing something about your ears.”

“Rothatin will disguise me using a trick of illusion,” he replied. “Why would you think I’d concern myself with what the people at your place of education think of me?”

“You shouldn’t, but if people think you’re cool, high school will be so much easier for you.”

She lowered her eyes, a bit disturbed by the piercing blue gaze of the Elf. It was even worse than looking Rothatin in the eye. He was too perceptive by half.

“Are you not well-liked by your peers, Gretchen?” he asked, his voice lowering a bit.

She heard compassion in his voice, and maybe even a bit of understanding. What did he know? He was freakin’ beautiful!

“Whatever,” she scoffed, clenching her jaw. “It’s not like I want to be. I’m fat, not that good looking, I don’t drink, do drugs, or have rich parents. So, no, I’m not very well-liked. But I’m okay with it.”

A long beat of silence passed between them, during which Arrian stared at her as if trying to decipher a Rubik’s cube.

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