Warrior Fae Trapped (Warrior Fae 1)

She slipped the frame back in the box carefully, as though it were a priceless relic, and then wrapped her arms around his middle. “I love you. Thank you.”

He kissed her again and held her tightly. He’d never felt this way about anyone, and he knew, deep in his gut, that he never would again. He and Charity had traveled a hard road, but he was thankful for it. It had taught him about himself. About what he was capable of. About the ability to love another person.

He’d found the woman of his dreams, and he never wanted to let her go.

Besides, no fortune-teller was right all the time, not even Ms. Bristol.Karen watched the young, headstrong alpha walk away. She sipped her martini again, completely spent. She hated when she had to deliver bad news.

“The Realm will be divided, and that young woman is the key. Her fate—all our fates—will rest on that young man’s ability to do the right thing. There aren’t many who would be strong enough, not given what he’ll be up against.”

Alder walked to the window and looked out. “He has amazing potential. Roger has always seen it. When the time is right, Devon will do what needs to be done. Roger has faith in him.”

Karen took another sip of her martini, and then turned it into a gulp. “I really wanted to tell him that the only way to get his happily ever after is to do as I said, but the mists forbade it. They’re a bunch of awful jackasses.”

“They clearly know the way to get the most favorable outcome.”

“Oh, don’t you take their side.” She collected up her cards. “I’ve done all I can do for them. For their journey. Tell Roger that she can wait until the next quarter ends, but no longer. And if she waits that long, Devon must be strong enough to help her balance her magic. If he’s not, she’ll die on the journey.”

“I’ve made the notes. I’ll make sure Roger understands the gravity of the situation.”

Karen nodded, then drained her glass. “I hear that woman is a remarkable cook. What’s for dinner?”