The Violet Fae by N. Renee Brown (books for 20 year olds TXT) 📖

Without thinking she reached out and ran her hand across the inside of one wing, it was surprisingly cold to the touch and hard like glass. Leelands body shuddered and he drew in a startled breath. Violet jumped and pulled back her hand.
"Sorry. I shouldn't have touched them without asking, I just couldn't help myself. They're beautifull."
His wipped around and looked at her with his head tilted to one side, studying her. His scrutiny made her feel transparent so she rushed at fill the silence." I'm sorry if I hurt you I just wanted to know how they felt. I didn't stop to think how it might make you feel to have them touched."
"You didn't hurt me I just wasn't prepared for the sensation."
Violet just nodded, distracted by the sight of his wings. He didnt have anounce of fat on his body the muscles on his back and torso shifted as he picked up his shirt. She blushed realizing where her thoughts were going and quickly looked away.
"Why didn't you run?" He asked as they started walking.
"Honestly, I never even thought to. If your not a faeriewhat are you?
"I am fae. We're not that much different from humams. The main physical differences being the wings and our eyes."
"Eyes?"
" No fae has solid colored eyes. Then there's the 'phsycic' abbilites se have that differ from one fae to another."
"Like mind reading?"
"Yes,though I've never met a fae with that particular talent."
"What are your talents?"
"I have miner healing abbilites. I healed your throat."
"Thank you."
He gave a small bown "There is no need to thank me, it is my duty to protect you." He bowed again. "That is part of the reason I was chosen to come, since your saftey is our main concern. The king sent me to save you from being kidnapped."
"By sending you to kidnap me instead?"
"My only intention is to escort you safly to your father where he can protect you from men like Gill". He put on his shirt and drapped his jacket over his arm then started walking.
Violet followed over rocks and dirt, occasionally walking into branches. "What does Gill want with me anyways?"
He ignored her and kept walking.
"I still think you've got the wrong girl, I'm not a fae." She didn't have muiti-colored swirling eyes of retractable wings.
"Yes, you are."
"What makes you so sure?"
He looked at her over his shoulder before answering. "I can smell it on your skin."
The thought of him being able to smell her wasn't a pleasent one. Watching him closely to make sure he didn't turn she sniffed her sweater, all she smelt was the remainder of her lavender body wazh and algea from her dip in the lake, maybe that's what he was smelling.
The two walked in silence for a while giving Violet time to take in her surroundings the trees, the tall grass with wild flowers sprinkled about. Leeland surprised her by stopping at the edge of a lake and openning his arms.
She looked at his out streached hands in question for a few seconds then took one hand and shook it, not knowing what else to do.
Surprise flashed on his face before his brows furrowed. "I would carry you across the lake Princess."
"Do you always carry your hostages?" She knew she sounded like a bratt but she was tired and cold,her body ached, and she was sick and tired of him calling her Princess. She wanted to go home.
"Never. Hostages are dragged behind my horse."
His statement dragged her out of her sour mood. None of this was his fault and she wasn't even mad at him. The problem was, she didn't know why she was angry or who with.
He reaced in his pocket and took out a tin can, pulled out a ciggarett. He pressed to his lips and lit it." Are you always this difficult? Or is this a treat just for me?"
She didn't know how to answer that question since she had never been so snotty to anyone.
He sat on a log smoking his ciggarett,messaging his scalp. " I know your tired but if you just bear with me, were almost there. Your not used to the land and I haven't made it easy on you. I appologize for that."
She nodded. "How long have we been walking?" She sat down next to him.
"Around six hours"
She looked up at the sun, it had barly moved.
"Days are longer here. "
"How much longer?"
"Its around three 7 A.m. in new york."
No wonder she felt so tired. She yawned.


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Publication Date: 09-07-2011

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