Strength by W. J. May

Author:W. J. May [May, W. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: coming of age, paranormal fantasy, paranormal romance, paranormal shifter romance, fantasy new adult, fantasy witches, vampires, shifter romance, shifters, shifter, dark fantasy, superhero fantasy ebooks, witches, vampires and witches, superhero, New Adult & College Romance Paranormal, new adult, new adult and college, New Adult & College Romance, w.j. may, chronicles of kerrigan, Tudor, supernatural, England, romance, mystery, tattoos, superpowers, paranormal, boarding school, series
Publisher: Dark Shadow Publishing
Published: 2020-08-30T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

The first thing Evie noticed was the smell.

It clung to every surface, creeping up her nostrils and seeping into her pores. It was something familiar, something overpoweringly sweet. But she wasn’t able to place it better than that. The next thing she noticed was the heat. It might have been winter elsewhere in the realm, but no one had told the good people of Haith. Whatever bits of skin that lay exposed were sizzling under its rays, the rest of her drenched in sweat.

The last thing she heard was a donkey. That’s when she decided to open her eyes.

What the—?

Her hands were tied and she was lying in back of what looked like an old feed cart, bumping along beneath a canopy of trees. About a thousand sunbaked fruits were rattling around beside her, jumping into the air every time the wheels of the wagon hit a deep groove in the road. A man was sitting in the front, holding the reins. Another man was sitting beside him. Neither seemed at all concerned with their passenger. Neither was turned enough that she could see a face.

There were many questions to be asked, many quiet mysteries that needed to be answered. But she settled on what she took to be the most pertinent one.

“...are those mangos?”

There was sudden movement beneath her—something she’d thought was part of the wagon until it pulled in a breath. She lifted her eyes slowly, squinting painfully into the sun, only to be met with the most condescending expression the five kingdoms had ever seen.

“Of course you ask about the fruit.”

Nobody does sarcasm like the Fae.

“Ellanden!”

She peeled her cheek off his shirt, forcing her arms into a clumsy embrace. The rope around her wrists made it difficult, but the prince had no restraints. He held her tight against his chest.

“I’m really glad you woke up,” he breathed, pressing an unexpected kiss to her hair.

From the looks of things, she was the only one. The rest of the friends were sprawled in similar states of dishevelment across the feed truck, bouncing obliviously with the mangos as the wagon and its mysterious drivers carried them further and further into the trees.

None of them appeared to be seriously injured, but it was impossible to know for sure. The only thing that kept the princess from panicking was that Ellanden wasn’t panicking himself.

Then again, maybe that wasn’t an accurate gauge. The man looked exhausted.

Far from his usual radiance, the fae was tired and pale. His face was bruised, his ivory hair hung in matted tangles, and there was a wilt to his shoulders she had never seen before. Strange crescent-shaped marks trailed down the side of his chest, and while he was embracing her tightly it was only with one arm. The other was hanging motionless by his side.

“Do you remember what happened?” she whispered, glancing covertly at the men driving the cart. “Do you have any idea how we got here?”

His face stilled for a moment, then he shook his head.

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