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My nostrils flared. “You will learn, soon enough, to know nothing but me.”
I watched as she ran toward the end of the tree line. I could hear the sound of feminine screeches as her kin called her name. The voices of nearby males made my body tense but the bargain was made and soon, Fenella would crave me with the same hunger I had for her.
Fen
Days passedand the chaos surrounding my short disappearance faded into the background. Aunty Ainsley told me we could continue our trips after I got some rest.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him, Morel. He never did specify a time frame for me to fulfill my side of the bargain.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to see him again but he had successfully taken my mind off grieving and shifted it toward this weird anticipation.
The day rolled by quietly. Aunty Ainsley went grocery shopping and the rest of my early evening was filled with helping her put it away and learning to make Scottish mince and tatties.
“Rest up dear, maybe tomorrow we can go sightseeing again, get ya oot of this house.” She patted my shoulder after clearing the table.
“I can do the dishes, go rest Aunty.”
“You’re such a nice girl, Fen.” She smiled and replaced the kitchen cloth back on the counter. “I’m going to catch up on some crocheting in my room. If ya need me, I’m just a knock away.”
“Thank you, Auntie. You’ve been nothing but kind to me. Go rest. I got it from here.”
I stood in the kitchen alone as she took herself back to her room. After washing the last dish, I grabbed the towel to dry my hands, staring outside the little window over the sink.
I wondered what I would have been doing if I was back home in the states. It was nice having another person around me even if we didn’t do much.
With a calm sigh, I made my way to my own sleeping quarters and changed for bed, making sure to secure my hair with a silk wrap. It was still early, around seven, but I didn’t think I was going to leave my room for the rest of the night.
Once I situated my clothes and washed up, I laid myself down on the soft pillow and stared out the bedroom window. The moon was bright in the sky casting enough illumination to make it feel like a soft lamp’s glow against the walls.
“I hope you guys are enjoying your time together,” I spoke to the air.
After a few moments of staring at the night sky, I turned over and willed myself to sleep. It came quickly, full of images floating in my mind until whatfeltlike my body landed in the middle of a dark forest.
The trees around me swayed in the wind though it shouldn’t have been possible with how thick their trunks were.
“Beware Ignis Fatuus. Beware the bone faerie,” came a small, low voice in the breeze.
“He destroys everything in his path, including the living.”
“Who’s there? Who’s speaking?” I called out, turning where I stood. I wasn’t going to get lost. Not again.
Lights, millions of them, appeared swirling around me until the forest was lost and all I saw were the glows of blues and greens threatening to drown me in something I couldn’t see.
And just as abruptly as they came, the lights burst into splatters of blood, raining down around me in a circle, trapping me in place.
Something touched me from behind and I screamed myself awake, jerking on my bed, some of my curls having slipped out of my headcap.
A cold hand covered my mouth and a deep timber filled every fiber of my being as I came back down to earth from dreamscape.
It was Morel. His braids swung as he looked me over as if searching for wounds. “They came to trick you, do not believe their lies.”
I didn’t know what I wanted to believe. They spoke of destruction yet he hasn’t harmed a hair on my head. No, all he did was lean in and take in my scent as if it was the most decadent smell in the world. Still groggy from the dream, I gasped as Morel surprisingly began to kiss down my neck and toward my cleavage.
“What are you doing?” My voice was breathy, not at all what I was trying to portray.
“Collecting part of my payment,” he growled against my skin.
I wasn’t a virgin by any means but I had never had any trysts with strangers and Morel was the epitome of one.
