Those Words I Dread (Tales of the Tuath Dé Book 1) by Tess Barnett

Author:Tess Barnett [Barnett, Tess]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: His Princely Delicates
Published: 2015-11-06T00:00:00+00:00

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The apartment seemed a little too quiet without Trent’s grousing. Ciaran went in and out of the pantry half a dozen times, each time expecting to find something appetizing and each time coming up short. He opened and closed the refrigerator, hoping that the milk or cream would reappear, but he refused to knock on Trent’s office door and ask for it.

There wasn’t anything interesting on television, so Ciaran had resigned himself to a nap when he spotted the telescope on the small balcony nearby. He clicked open the French doors and poked his head outside, hesitating as though he expected the hunter to pounce on him nineteen floors up. When nothing happened, he stepped out, leaving the door open behind him and bending over to look through the eyepiece of the telescope. Since it was daylight, there wasn’t much to see except blue until he tilted the lens down toward the street.

A woman walked by with a small dog on a leash, faltering in her too-high high heels and doing her best to play off the stumble with grace. Two men passed each other with a small nod of acknowledgment, but one of them turned and took a few steps backwards to watch the other just a little bit longer.

Ciaran straightened to look down over the balcony, trying to spot the people he saw through the lens, but it was harder to make them out from so high. He briefly considered spitting over the side and trying to catch sight of the unfortunate person below through the telescope, but the sound of the office door opening inside caught his attention.

He didn’t want to look at Trent. He didn’t want to see that scowl on his face or that lonely defeat in his eyes when he talked about his father. The fairy huffed and slumped down with his elbows on the balcony railing, frowning down at the distant street. What did he care if Trent got along with his father? Who the hell was he? He happened to live in an apartment where Ciaran’s trail would be masked, that was all. And his hair was just as soft as Ciaran had imagined, and he made the hottest little growling noise when he was about to come. And he had looked so grateful just to hear someone say they wouldn’t change him.

Ciaran sighed with his chin on his arms, his cheeks puffing as he let out the breath. This was problematic. He hadn’t anticipated developing any actual feelings during this little adventure, especially for someone who seemed the absolute least likely person to return them. Not that he wanted him to. As soon as Trent asked for his favor, he would be gone, and that would be the end of it.

Trent stood at the balcony door, watching Ciaran pout with a slight frown. He hesitated to speak first after the things he had said, but he felt an uncomfortable pit in his stomach at the sight of the fairy’s hunched shoulders.

“What are you doing out there?” he asked, sounding more accusing than he meant to.

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