“It’s for her, and I…hold a stake in the matter,” I say as my lips curl upwards slightly.
“Very well, come here then,” Daeval motions to Felicity.
Felicity steps closer. And reaches her hand out to Daeval when she reaches toward her. I watch as Daeval holds her hand and flips it over a few times, running her fingers up and down her arm.
“Hmmm,” she hums out. “What is it you seek? Your future, your death?”
“Neither,” Felicity insists. “I just…want to know why I am the way I am.”
Daeval tilts her head to the side. “Whatever do you mean, child?”
Felicity laughs. “Child? I think I’m older than you.”
“Looks are deceiving,” Daeval reminds her. “I’m old enough to be your great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother.”
Felicity looks at her with wide eyes. “Really?”
“Really…now, can you explain what you need me to do?” Daeval asks. “I was just about to drink some tea.”
I lean against a wooden beam nearby that bisects the room. “She wants to know what she is,” I say. “She’s clearly not human, I know that from her blood.”
I expect that Madam Daeval may have to do a few tests, maybe draw some of that blood to use in a spell to figure out what Felicity is. We could be here a while.
And I said she wouldn’t be a distraction…
Possessiveness looms all around me as I watch Daeval still holding her hand and practically caressing her arm.
Madam Daeval suddenly laughs however. “Are you ill?” she asks and then continues laughing. “You really don’t know?”
Felicity blinks. I blink.
“What?” we both say at the same time.
“I thought it was quite obvious, but…I suppose I can ask a few questions,” Daeval settles herself and clears her throat. “Are you drawn to either the sun or the moon?”
“The moon. I love moon bathing, the sun gives me headaches and I get too hot,” Felicity explains.
“I see. And do you have any dreams that seem to come true?”
Felicity gasps. “Yes! I thought I was just…” she waves her hand around. “I don’t know, but at least a third of my dreams come true at some point.”
Madam Daeval nods. She reaches into the pocket of her apron and pulls out a pin. “This will only be a prick.”
I swallow hard as I watch Daeval turn Felicity’s hand over and prick one of her fingers. The way Felicity gasps slightly makes my blood boil inside of me.
“Calm down, demon,” Daeval mumbles. “It’s just a pin prick.”
I growl in response. “Just tell us.”
Daeval swipes that droplet of blood off Felicity’s finger and rubs it around between her fingers before she pats the palm of her hand.
“Yes, just as I thought. You’re fae.”
Chapter Three
Felicity POV
“What?” Merc and I both say at the same time.