Torn
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“Mostly.” He closed the magazine and tossed it onto the coffee table. “Tink stayed while I left to get a change of clothing, but I showered here. Didn’t want you to wake up alone.”
Oh.
Oh man, that was sweet.
“Hell, I almost forgot.” He stood up and reached inside his pocket as he walked over to me. “I think you’ll want this back.”
My breath caught. Ren held out my necklace, the four-leaf clover dangling from his fingertips.
“The chain was broken, so I got you a new one.” He unhooked the clasp and draped it around my neck, securing the clasp.
The moment the tiger’s eye hit my chest, I had to press my lips together to stop from crying like a baby all over him again. I placed my palm over the stone, feeling a relief that couldn’t be described. Four leaf-clovers were not easy to find, and the process the Order took to preserve them was unbeknownst to me. Having this necklace back was a godsend.
“Thank you,” I told Ren.
He said nothing as he curled his hand around the nape of my neck and drew me to his chest. We stood there for several moments and then he kissed my forehead before drawing back.
“You ready?” Ren extended his hand, and I took it without hesitation.
I was as ready as I would ever be.
~
“This is so weird,” I whispered to Ren as we walked down a long hall on the first floor. We’d just gotten done eating breakfast in the cafeteria, eating with fae who apparently didn’t feed off humans.
“Tell me about it.” Ren’s hand squeezed mine. “It’s only been me these last couple of weeks. It takes a lot to get used to.” He paused as we passed a fae woman and a young child who was staring up at us with wide eyes. The woman, I assumed the child’s mother, smiled faintly in our direction. “Going from hunting them down to eating dinner with them and sleeping in the same building with them is a trip.”
It most definitely was, especially when I’d been with the kind of fae that were more likely to punch you in the face than smile timidly at you.
Ren stopped in front of a pair of double doors and knocked. A second later, the right side swung open, and there was Brighton.
“Ivy!” She folded her arms around me, squeezing tightly. I was a little stunned. I don’t think we’d ever hugged before. “I’m so glad to see that you’re okay,” she said.
I patted her back awkwardly, swearing I heard Ren chuckle. “It’s good to see you.”
She drew back, her blonde hair swept away from her face. “Come in. Everyone is here.”
Glancing back at Ren, he winked at me. Alrighty then. I walked into what reminded me of a corporate boardroom. There was a conference table at one end of the room, next to a credenza stocked with liquor. A huge desk sat at the other end, in front of a window overlooking the street.
I saw Merle and Faye, happy to see that the former was alive and well, but my attention was snagged by the male fae rising from the desk. Everything about him was a shock to the system.
He was older, his dark hair salt and peppered. Fine lines creased the silvery skin around his ears and mouth. In human years, I would’ve pegged him to be in his sixties, and I had never seen a fae that old before. Never.
Holy crap, he was aging just like a human.
Ren placed his hand on my lower back. “Ivy, this is Tanner. He runs this place.”
The male fae smiled as he walked around the desk and extended his hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Ivy, and that the mission to retrieve you was a success.”
In a daze, I reached out and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, too.”
“My real name is a bit unpronounceable, but Tanner is a good abbreviation of it.” He laughed as he squeezed my hand. “You look a little shocked.”
I checked out his ears just to make sure they were pointy. “I . . . I’m sorry. I’m a little out of it.”
“Understandable,” he replied smoothly. “And I also understand that it must be a shock to be here, around my people.”
I nodded slowly.
“You’ll find that a lot of things about us will come as a shock,” he added, dropping my hand.
I nodded again.
“As Faye explained to you, this is a safe haven for fae who have the same principles and moral compass as we do,” he explained. “We do not believe in feeding on humans, and as such accept our much shortened lifespan. Once upon a time, we used to work side by side with the Order. Unfortunately, our joining did not last very long.”
Merle muttered something under her breath, but I couldn’t make it out.
“Our ancestors left the Otherworld, because they didn’t agree with what the ruling court was doing. They were killing our world and turning all of us into monsters. We did not come here to do the same to your world,” he explained. “And we will do everything to ensure the prince and those who follow him do not succeed.”
“Most of the fae here are descendants of the summer court,” Brighton explained. “They started escaping before the gateways were closed because they were being hunted.”
“Hunted much like your friend Tink and his kind were—hunted to near extinction,” Tanner said. A wistful look crossed his face. “He is the first brownie I’ve ever seen, but my parents spoke of his kind. What you’ve done to save him is awe-inspiring.”
I glanced over at Ren.
He rolled his eyes.
I grinned.
Oh.
Oh man, that was sweet.
“Hell, I almost forgot.” He stood up and reached inside his pocket as he walked over to me. “I think you’ll want this back.”
My breath caught. Ren held out my necklace, the four-leaf clover dangling from his fingertips.
“The chain was broken, so I got you a new one.” He unhooked the clasp and draped it around my neck, securing the clasp.
The moment the tiger’s eye hit my chest, I had to press my lips together to stop from crying like a baby all over him again. I placed my palm over the stone, feeling a relief that couldn’t be described. Four leaf-clovers were not easy to find, and the process the Order took to preserve them was unbeknownst to me. Having this necklace back was a godsend.
“Thank you,” I told Ren.
He said nothing as he curled his hand around the nape of my neck and drew me to his chest. We stood there for several moments and then he kissed my forehead before drawing back.
“You ready?” Ren extended his hand, and I took it without hesitation.
I was as ready as I would ever be.
~
“This is so weird,” I whispered to Ren as we walked down a long hall on the first floor. We’d just gotten done eating breakfast in the cafeteria, eating with fae who apparently didn’t feed off humans.
“Tell me about it.” Ren’s hand squeezed mine. “It’s only been me these last couple of weeks. It takes a lot to get used to.” He paused as we passed a fae woman and a young child who was staring up at us with wide eyes. The woman, I assumed the child’s mother, smiled faintly in our direction. “Going from hunting them down to eating dinner with them and sleeping in the same building with them is a trip.”
It most definitely was, especially when I’d been with the kind of fae that were more likely to punch you in the face than smile timidly at you.
Ren stopped in front of a pair of double doors and knocked. A second later, the right side swung open, and there was Brighton.
“Ivy!” She folded her arms around me, squeezing tightly. I was a little stunned. I don’t think we’d ever hugged before. “I’m so glad to see that you’re okay,” she said.
I patted her back awkwardly, swearing I heard Ren chuckle. “It’s good to see you.”
She drew back, her blonde hair swept away from her face. “Come in. Everyone is here.”
Glancing back at Ren, he winked at me. Alrighty then. I walked into what reminded me of a corporate boardroom. There was a conference table at one end of the room, next to a credenza stocked with liquor. A huge desk sat at the other end, in front of a window overlooking the street.
I saw Merle and Faye, happy to see that the former was alive and well, but my attention was snagged by the male fae rising from the desk. Everything about him was a shock to the system.
He was older, his dark hair salt and peppered. Fine lines creased the silvery skin around his ears and mouth. In human years, I would’ve pegged him to be in his sixties, and I had never seen a fae that old before. Never.
Holy crap, he was aging just like a human.
Ren placed his hand on my lower back. “Ivy, this is Tanner. He runs this place.”
The male fae smiled as he walked around the desk and extended his hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Ivy, and that the mission to retrieve you was a success.”
In a daze, I reached out and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, too.”
“My real name is a bit unpronounceable, but Tanner is a good abbreviation of it.” He laughed as he squeezed my hand. “You look a little shocked.”
I checked out his ears just to make sure they were pointy. “I . . . I’m sorry. I’m a little out of it.”
“Understandable,” he replied smoothly. “And I also understand that it must be a shock to be here, around my people.”
I nodded slowly.
“You’ll find that a lot of things about us will come as a shock,” he added, dropping my hand.
I nodded again.
“As Faye explained to you, this is a safe haven for fae who have the same principles and moral compass as we do,” he explained. “We do not believe in feeding on humans, and as such accept our much shortened lifespan. Once upon a time, we used to work side by side with the Order. Unfortunately, our joining did not last very long.”
Merle muttered something under her breath, but I couldn’t make it out.
“Our ancestors left the Otherworld, because they didn’t agree with what the ruling court was doing. They were killing our world and turning all of us into monsters. We did not come here to do the same to your world,” he explained. “And we will do everything to ensure the prince and those who follow him do not succeed.”
“Most of the fae here are descendants of the summer court,” Brighton explained. “They started escaping before the gateways were closed because they were being hunted.”
“Hunted much like your friend Tink and his kind were—hunted to near extinction,” Tanner said. A wistful look crossed his face. “He is the first brownie I’ve ever seen, but my parents spoke of his kind. What you’ve done to save him is awe-inspiring.”
I glanced over at Ren.
He rolled his eyes.
I grinned.
