Page 50 of Fae Games

Tilting my head up, I met his heated gaze, which lit a fire in my soul. “I’ll see this to the end.”

He lowered his lips onto mine in a kiss so sweet, it filled my heart with warmth. I let my eyes flutter shut and moaned. For a winter prince, he certainly knew how to get me hot and bothered. His tongue curled around mine, lathing it with caresses that sent bursts of sensations between my legs.

I slipped my hands under his blazer and peeled the garment off his shoulders, ready to take our relationship to the next step.

A high-pitched voice cleared its throat, breaking us out of our little bubble.

We broke apart, and I slid off his lap to find two pixies standing on the other side of the low table, which was laden with plates of canapé-sized treats.

“Your Highness,” squeaked the taller of the pair, a female whose wide eyes contrasted with her turquoise skin. “Breakfast is ready.”

Prince Caulden smiled. “Thank you.”

The pixies bowed and flew toward the archway behind the bar on transparent wings.

The scent of baked bread and eggs filled my nostrils, making my mouth water. I sat upright and licked my lips. “This looks delicious.”

“If you mate with us, you’ll eat breakfasts like this every day.” Prince Caulden picked up a plate containing tiny poached eggs on three-inch-sized slices of toast. “Sunbird on toast?”

I popped one in my mouth, enjoying the burst of spicy yolk. “This tastes even better than osprey’s eggs!”

His brows rose. “Do you remember your old life, now?”

The food stuck in the back of my throat, and I grabbed a glass and gulped down a refreshing mouthful of what tasted like melon juice. If I was going to spend the rest of my life with Prince Caulden, I had to tell him the truth.

“Everyone thinks I’m a cast-off,” I said.

“Yes?” he offered me another piece of eggs and toast.

I shook my head. “My human memories are real.”

Compassion shone in his eyes, and I knew what he was thinking. That my faerie father had done such a convincing job of addling my mind that I couldn’t separate fact from fantasy.

He parted his lips to say, “Unity—”

“No.” I took the plate and set it back on the table. “The first time I saw you up close, it was at Saltbay Port. You and Prince August flew down in white carriages to snatch boxes containing iPads meant for humans.”

His expression dropped. “How did you…” He shook his head. “They weren’t iPads.”

“I know. The logo on the box had two leaves and no bite.” I slapped his thigh, trying to make him focus. “The point is that I was there, kneeling beside everyone when you parted the crowd with ice and stole those boxes.”

His face tightened in a defensive kind of expression.

“Yes, yes,” I snapped. “The royals think they’re entitled to the lion’s share of whatever the United Nations sends to the humans. We can argue about that another time, but I was there, I was human, and I was furious that you took those boxes.”

Prince Caulden turned his gaze to the low table, picked up a small avocado stuffed with chopped tomatoes, pink onions with a creamy paste, and popped it in his mouth. “Alright,” he said. “That happened the morning before you were found cast-off in the woods?”

I nodded and watched him chew over the facts.

After eating a few more canapés, he said. “But there was a mix of beings present on that morning. I remember seeing ogres, hags, and centaurs among the humans. It’s feasible that you also flew down to obtain an iPad, and this event remained in your memories with a small alteration—”

“No.” I clenched my fists. How difficult was this to grasp in a world of magic? “About an hour after you left with those boxes, I had a run-in with Lady Gala in Doolish. Prince Rory was also there, and Lady Gala tried to get me to rub ice on his drake’s anus.”

His eyes bulged. “I heard about that. Gala and Aster planned on returning to Doolish to attack a human urchin who had offended her, but that couldn’t have been you.”

“It was.” The entire events of that day spilled from my lips. At this point, I didn’t care if the wards were listening for the right moment to attack. If I was going to make this work between his brothers and me, he had to know the truth.

At the end of my story, Prince Caulden frowned. “A human can’t become a faerie overnight. It’s against the lore of magic.”