Move Me by Emma Holly

Author:Emma Holly
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: romance erotic romance paranormal romance faeries fae hidden series erotica
Publisher: Emma Holly

Chapter Six

DUBHGHALL rubbed his breastbone, no longer able to deny the reason it was aching.

“I’m not imagining it,” he announced to the empty room. “I’m in love with Belle Hobart.”

The soreness in his chest wasn’t joined by one in his head, giving him the only validation of truth fae required. He loved Belle. He wanted to marry her.

He covered his face and groaned. Faeries had dalliances with humans. They didn’t give their hearts to them. He had everything he needed to return home safely. He should go now, before Belle came back upstairs. She was, that very moment, speaking to a woman who knew the real John Feeney. Every minute he delayed increased his risk of discovery, and he wasn’t a fan of awkwardness. Climbing out a window before Belle confronted him was the smartest course of action.

In his mind, he saw her reactions when he’d prevented her from opening the nightstand drawer: confusion, suspicion, hurt that he’d hide things from her. She’d fallen for him as surely as he had for her, and probably as reluctantly.

His mother liked to say every girl-flower had its boy-bee. She was the only fae he’d ever heard make the claim. Their kind didn’t have many romantics.

“They have me,” he murmured. His breath came out on a shaky sigh. The knowledge that he loved her didn’t help him in any way.

Because he loved her, he knew the other reason he couldn’t stay.

He didn’t move when he heard her march up the stairs. Though he sensed her anger, every moment he had left with her was precious.

“Who are you?” she demanded from the door.

“I am called Duvall,” he said, the closest pronunciation she’d understand. For a second, she appeared startled that he was answering. Then her anger returned.

“You’re called Duvall,” she huffed, fists planted on her hips.

“I didn’t lie to you. You assumed I was John Feeney.”

“Oh I assumed. I guess it’s all right then.” Her voice shook with fury as her eyes glittered with bright tears. Ironically, Dubhghall thought he’d never seen her so beautiful.

“Why?” she said. “I felt sorry for you. Why would you trick me?”

“I needed something only you could grant me.”

She stared at him. He watched the memory of everyone who’d disappointed her scroll across her face. Her parents, her uncle, her ex ... maybe even her brother. Dubhghall was very sorry to be added to that list.

And then comprehension dawned. “The note,” she said. “The one you hid in the drawer.”

He pulled it open, his dread that she would hate him no match for his need to play straight with her. A partial truth wasn’t good enough. She deserved the whole. He retrieved the folded paper and handed it to her.

She opened it warily. “I, Belle Hobart, having been bequeathed my uncle’s worldly possessions, do grant the faerie known as Dubhghall all the names of Isaiah Luckes.”

She looked up from her reading, her brows drawn together in perplexity. “What is this?”

“The truth.”

“I’m supposed to believe you’re a faerie? And that you want my uncle’s names?”

“I have your uncle’s names.

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