on my shoulder and holding her tightly.
“My eyes are normally red,” I said
truthfully, “And my ears are usually quite a bit pointier. Glamour can only
make me taller or shorter, not change my appearance.” I smiled at her as she
turned her face up to look at me. She still looked somewhat confused.
“Do you have wings?” She grimaced
slightly, growing more embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” she said hurriedly, “You don’t
have to answer if it’s too personal. I’m not sure what’s polite to ask you.”
She looked away apologetically.
“It’s not rude,” I laughed, “How else
are you supposed to find out if you don’t ask questions?”
“Well fine then!” she stated. “Do you
have wings or not?” She pushed herself out of my arms, choosing instead to sit
cross legged in front of me, smiling.
“I do not,” I grinned. “It’s actually
very rare to come across a Fae with wings, and when you do, it’s usually a
person of great importance. Wings are a gift from the gods,” I explained. “You
have to do something supremely great to be gifted a pair.”
“Have you ever met someone with them?”
she asked curiously.
“I have,” I began, but was interrupted
by a brilliant idea. “I’ll tell you about it later. Right now I have an idea,
but I need to know if you trust me first.”
Chapter Five
Emilee looked at me curiously. “What’s
your idea? You know I trust you already.” She smiled sweetly, reaching up to
brush a strand of hair from my face. Her touch caused me to pause as I enjoyed
the shivers she gave me. My eagerness to put my new idea into motion brought me
back to the conversation quickly, though.
“It would involve me controlling your
dream.” I held my breath as her eyes widened with surprise. Please, trust me
enough!
“Why would you want to do that?”
“I’ll explain after. If you’ll let me do
it, that is.”
She gazed at me evenly, studying my
face. She seemed to be contemplating my proposal very seriously. I knew she
would love what I had in mind, mostly because I loved it. I hoped she would
agree to let me take control. It would be hard for her to relinquish the power
though, and I knew she would guard herself carefully. There was just something
about her that said she needed that dominion. After a few moments, she
answered.
“I don’t know how to let you take
control. Is there a certain way to do it?” Her voice sounded a little shaky. I
knew she had just given up something huge for me, and I wanted to show her my
thanks by making it worth her while. My heart hummed, as an idiotic grin
overtook my face.
“I’m not sure. I tried to control your
dream the first night we met but you stopped me somehow. Do you remember doing
anything to fight me?” She gave me a look that was half scolding, half curious.
I grimaced a little when I realized what I had revealed to her, but I was too
excited to care.
“No, I don’t remember doing anything
different from what I always do.”
This was becoming harder than I thought
it would be. I ran my hands through my hair and pursed my lips. “Well,” I
started, “How about we just try it and see if it works? Maybe if you’re aware
you’re going to give up control, I’ll be able to take over easier.”
Emilee nodded and smiled, but I didn’t
miss the look of fear that danced through her eyes.
“Hey,” I said softly, hugging her
tighter and placing a kiss on her forehead. “Don’t be scared. I promise I’m not
going to let anything happen to you.” I smiled, moving my hands to tangle my
fingers in her hair. “I love you. You’ll like this idea.” She nodded quickly,
her face hidden in my shoulder, strengthening her grip on me.
“Go ahead and try then.” Her voice was
firm but muffled by my shirt.
“Close your eyes,” I whispered into her
ear. I tightened my grip as well, and began to remember one of my own memories.
Nothing changed. Frustrated, I tried to reach out to the outer parts
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