Fairy World M.D., Boxed Set One (The Olive Kennedy Fantasy Romance Series Book 1) by Tamara Grantham

Author:Tamara Grantham [Grantham, Tamara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crimson Tree Publishing
Published: 2018-11-19T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

I wandered into a wooded area behind the inn, my hands fisted, my breathing uneven. Somehow, I had to come to terms with King Herrick’s wishes. Somehow, I had to let Kull go.

I wouldn’t. I couldn’t let him go. There had to be a way for us to be together. Perhaps Kull could shirk his duties as prince and we could escape to Earth. He could become a regular guy. Maybe he could get a job as a trucker or something. Yes, or a pro wrestler, or a linebacker. There had to be something he could do.

My thoughts weren’t right. I’d have to accept my fate at some point or another. Kull was meant for bigger and better things, and I couldn’t be a part of them. I’d known it from the beginning. King Herrick’s words shouldn’t have given me such a shock.

As I climbed a hill, the forest was quiet, with only the faint sound of squeaking wagon wheels echoing from the town below. I stopped under a leafless tree with broad, gracefully curving branches. The moonlight descended through its skeletal limbs, painting patches of light on the forest’s leaf-strewn floor. The evening’s chill seeped through my thin sweater.

The sound of footsteps came from behind me, and I spun around to face Kull, who carried an extra cloak. He didn’t speak as he handed it to me. I gratefully put it on, though the fur-lined robe did nothing to melt the chill in my heart. I was thankful for the darkness. Otherwise, Kull might have seen the tears misting my eyes. He must have seen them anyway, though, because he hugged me to him fiercely.

His arms were so warm and comforting, and with my face pressed to his chest, I listened quietly to the steady sound of his breathing. The lump in my throat made it impossible for me to speak. I couldn’t let him go. I refused.

He kissed my hair. “We’ll find a way.”

“How?” I managed to say. My hands were quivering, so I pressed them to his chest, but it did no good. Why couldn’t I stop shaking?

He took my fingers in his. His hands dwarfed mine. I’d never felt skin so warm and, though callused, so tender. The moonlight made his usually intense gaze seem more piercing, catching me off guard.

“How?” I repeated quietly.

“We’ll think of something.”

I knew he was trying to make me feel better. Maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe I should just be thankful for the time I’d had with him, which, in truth, was more than I could have asked for.

The moonlight made the sharp features of his face more pronounced—his strong jaw, his chiseled nose and cheekbones—and reflected off his fair hair, almost as if he wore a crown. The look of authority and raw power he exuded was nearly overwhelming. It was the look of someone noble. Of a king.

My common sense seemed to evaporate as I ran my fingers along his jaw, over his brow, and then trailed down his lips.

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