The Lionheart (The Harbinger Book 4) by Candace Wondrak

Author:Candace Wondrak [Wondrak, Candace]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Fae festivities were basically just a giant party. A giant party with lots of strangely-colored drinks, an overabundance of laughing, and group sex had in public for everyone to see. Faith steered away from those groups, of course. The only people she wanted to have sex with were her guys, and who knew how far away they were. She did decide to take some of the glowing purple drink, though.

She’d never been one to drink at home, so she had no idea what her tolerance level was or how strong the drink was, but she downed the wooden cup’s contents in less than twenty minutes and went for another, already feeling the effects in the form of tingly fingertips and a head that felt a tad too heavy. Was this why people liked to drink? It made them feel all fuzzy inside? Faith didn’t get it, but she was going to have another. It tasted like grape soda.

The Fae in the nearby area had transformed the space at the base of the Eldertree into a frenzy. Just outside its huge trunk, at least a hundred Fae partied it up like it was the end of the world. Or maybe this was what they did every night. Maybe this was a welcome Faith party. If all of this was for her, she didn’t know what to think.

One of the naturalists had grown a throne from the pink vines, and Hart sat in it, drinking out of his cup slowly and watching the festivities. He’d changed out of his outfit from before, now wearing a brightly-colored tunic and pants that matched. These Fae and their bright colors. Even though this alcoholic stuff was coursing its way through her system, Faith still knew she liked black clothes better.

She was kind of mad at Hart, so she didn’t go up and talk to him, mostly because after learning everything was pretty much done to create her, to bring her here so she could stop whatever crazy evil Fae was out there, wanting world domination, what could she possibly say? What words could she use to describe how conflicted she felt about it all?

Yes, it was obvious the Fae chick had to be stopped, because no world deserved to be taken over by a madwoman. But all those Fae in New Hope, what he did to her mother—things like that were hard to reconcile. Faith hated him for what he did, and she hated him even more because he probably looked the exact same as he did all those years ago. Hart seemed ageless. If there was anything Faith should’ve inherited from him, it was that.

Still, she didn’t want to die. Call her selfish. Call her immature. Call her whatever. Faith wanted to live, and she wanted to be happy. It wasn’t too much to ask, considering most people her age were choosing which colleges to go to and moving onto their sixth year at the Academy.

Faith found a stump, nearly spilling her glass of fruity, glowing liquid as she sat, her shoulders slumped.

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