Chapter One
Synthia
This was all wrong. Everything seemed off and backward, and nothing made any sense. I had no memory of ever entering this flipping farting world of fairies, but there was no denying that we were in Faery.
A group of fae men stood on the far side of the room, speaking quietly amongst themselves, glancing at me every so often, while Adam and I sat alone at a table in the corner. He’d spent the last two hours trying to explain things for the third time, but he was talking a bunch of nonsense that couldn’t possibly be true.
It was evident to me that he had been mind-fucked by the fae, and they were using him to turn me. That was the only explanation I could come up with to justify the batshit crazy story he was expecting me to believe.
I began to tune Adam out as my gaze slid to the largest fae male, who seemed to be watching every single thing I did with interest. It both bothered me and made my body heat in ways it never had before. I’d felt excited with Adrian, and still did, but this male? He dripped pheromones that made me ache with merely the heated gazes that he slid over my body.
If I moved, those onyx and gold-sparkled depths followed as if I was the prey he was hunting. Worse than that, my body responded as if it wanted him to pursue me, and that pissed me off. Like that fairy-farting ogre had tied an invisible string to my vagina, and as he pulled it, I quivered with the need for him to pull harder. It was disgusting. I felt my cheeks flush, and I frowned as a deadly smile graced his mouth. My eyes widened, and my nipples perked up as if they needed to be sure he’d noticed they existed. Bodies were dumb, treacherous things that took joy in betraying us. Dismissing the fae, I turned my attention back to Adam.
“We need to find Larissa and Adrian and get out of here now,” I whispered. “Nothing you’ve said makes sense, Adam. We’re in danger, big danger. Like, if we don’t leave right now, we’re going to be Happy Meals for these assholes.” Adam leaned back in his chair and sighed. “Why aren’t you panicking? Help me get us out of here, and stop lying,” I muttered, glancing at the golden-eyed fae who watched me with his intense stare. I hated his sexy face and the power that rolled off him in turbulent waves. It was rolling through me, creating a deep, unsated ache that pulsed until I was afraid I would burst into spontaneous orgasms and make a total ass out of myself.
The prick had yet to take his eyes off me, and it felt like he knew me in a really intimate way. If that was the case, it meant I might also be compromised. I’d woken up in a field clothed in a flimsy-ass dress with Adam holding me in the middle of a fantasy meadow, complete with a castle in the backdrop, and no memory of how I had gotten there.
My boobs had been pushed up so high while being held in place by the bodice I was wearing that they waved hello to the asshole that wouldn’t stop staring at me. It was very possible I had been in a balls-deep kind of compromised situation so horrible that I blocked it out.
I had never worn shit like this. I had standards, and an outfit that exposed my body parts wasn’t on the list of things I’d ever allow myself to wear, no matter what mission the guild had planned for us. I didn’t care if they wanted me to strip down naked, they could suck my butt before I’d knowingly do anything of the sort.
Unless it was life or death, my moral compass directed my decisions. Considering that this was actually a life or death situation…If stripping down to my birthday suit meant getting my team out of here, I’d damn well do it. I just hoped that wasn’t what it would take, but considering the hungry gaze that remained locked with mine, I was sweating bullets that it might come down to that, or worse.
“Syn, a lot has happened.” Adam fidgeted uncomfortably as he rubbed the back of his neck, studying me.
“Like what?” I leaned back in my chair, mirroring Adam’s posture as I examined his body language, noting how nervous and uneasy he was at the moment. “Why do you look like someone died?”
“Someone did die, Syn,” he whispered through thick emotions that caused his Adam’s apple to bob up and down as he swallowed hard. “It was Lari.”
Tears pricked the back of my eyes, burning to be released, and I shook my head. I cleared my throat, ignoring the vise-grip that clenched around my heart, squeezing it painfully. Adam shook his head, scrubbing his hand down his face while he adjusted in the chair.
“That’s not funny at all, Adam,” I hissed as tears ran down my cheeks.
“Syn, we took a mission to help the fae, and things happened. Some bad and good things have occurred in the last year. Good things like you’re a mother. You have three children.” He’d lost his mind. My brows shot up as I gave him a deadpan stare, and his eyes narrowed.
“I think I would know if I’d had babies, especially three. Does this body look like it’s given birth to anything?” I frowned deeply, pulling the gaudy dress I wore out and looking down at my flat stomach, with not even one single stretch mark marring it.
Yup, Adam was compromised. I let the bodice snap back into place, studying him carefully, noting the way he had spoken with conviction. He believed what he was saying to be true, which meant he was feeding me whatever story the fae had wanted him to sell. Great, why was it always when I needed my team to be on-point that they got distracted and acted like a bunch of cats rolling around in a field of catnip?
“You have been brainwashed, Adam. You can shut your fat mouth because I don’t believe anything that rolls off your tongue. Stop feeding me whatever it is that they want you to say. Lari isn’t dead; she can’t be,” I hissed angrily, glaring at him as his mouth opened and closed repeatedly before he sat up and shook his head.
Heavy footfalls sounded on the stone floor outside in the hallway, and I turned slowly, watching as a new male entered the room and then paused. “Oh, thank God,” I whispered breathlessly, standing and rushing to Adrian.
Throwing myself at him, I wrapped my arms around him and claimed his mouth with urgency. He spun his head in the direction of the golden-eyed fae and chuckled against my lips. He pulled me closer, kissing me deeply, groaning as my tongue pushed into his mouth, and a moan slipped from my throat.
His arms lowered to rest on my waist, and his mouth drew away from mine as he studied me curiously. I stepped back, holding his hands in mine, and smiled into his pretty turquoise eyes, taking in the roguish charm that had drawn me to him. I took a step forward and leaned against his ear, whispering softly so as not to be heard.
“We need to get out of here now.” My cheek brushed against his 5 o’clock shadow, and my nipples hardened with the memory of how it felt between my thighs as he’d taken me to heaven.