The Fae Lord's Mate: A BBW Alpha Male Romance (Fae Erotica Romance Shorts Book 2) by Alisyn Emma

Author:Alisyn, Emma [Alisyn, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Hard Candies Publishing
Published: 2014-12-27T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THREE

“Lord Jarel.” Eero entered the small meeting room set aside for his use. The place irritated him; he was sick of the bland, dusty carpets and stale air. He wanted to go home, but both his business and Liana delayed matters. He didn’t want to leave until both were settled.

Lord Jarel turned from the window. The incoming light framed him like a halo until he moved closer, the epitome of a Fae High Lord, ageless power and bad fashion melded into a combination as lethal as it was touchy. The fact that the man still wore the traditional robes of the High Court even though they were in Chicago spoke volumes of both his contempt for human culture and his refusal to accept the King’s command to blend the fuck in.

“Eero, I am told you have succumbed to the King’s madness.” The High Lord swept aside his azure robes and strode forward, silvery hair falling in perfect braids over his shoulders. “I had thought better of you.”

“You probably shouldn’t have,” Eero said. “My Line has failed, Jarel.”

The elder Fae’s stare challenged him. “There was a time you were one of the most vocal opponents to the King’s decree. You, more than anyone, understand the price of bearing human blood.”

“There was a time my mother washed my ass as well, but we all have to grow up.” Eero stopped short, reigned himself in with some effort. He couldn’t afford to start talking like Assar.

“You will truly do this thing? Contribute to the annihilation of the fabric of our people?”

Eero sighed, expression hardening. A dull ache started in his teeth. The elders tended to produce that kind of effect. “I will do it. If it makes you feel better, I do it with reservations. We must adapt, Jarel. The summer of our youth is long behind us and our inability to change will usher in a long, cold winter.”

Jarel held his eyes a long moment, then began moving towards the door. “Give my regards to your concubine.”

Eero stiffened. “Don’t make me your enemy, Jarel.”

“We are on far opposite sides of a philosophical conundrum. I fear we are already enemies.” Jarel paused. “I will protect your human as long as I can, Eero. But I advise you to set her aside if you care for her at all.”

Eero remained in the room, motionless, for a long while after Jarel left, torn between two courses of action, neither of which presented him any certainty of success.

***

Assar caught her on the way down to the lobby. As the elevator door pinged and slid open she clenched her teeth, seeing him standing there, a faintly challenging look on his face.

“Going somewhere?”

Feigning nonchalance, Liana shrugged. “Just to the lobby for a coffee.”

“Is room service broken?”

“No, but apparently I’m either a prisoner or a moron that I can’t get a cup of coffee without a big bad Fae to hold it for me. How many Fae does it take to get Liana a cup of coffee?”

He stepped aside, gesturing grandly.

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