Princess of Shadows: A Dark Fae Fantasy Romance by Olivia Hart (love novels in english txt) 📗

“They’re newly formed. Eventually, you’ll learn how to make them solid. You’ll also learn how to make them completely ethereal where they’ll be invisible and impossible to touch. It’s important if you want to go to the Mortal Realm.

I set my jaw. This was real. Not just a lie that Sebastian had told me. I really was a fairy. One of the Fae. Immortal.

Then I saw my face and jumped in surprise. The wings were something brand new. Something supernatural. My face was different. I’d been born with one face. A face that was “wrong”. I’d grown up hearing that I was odd, that something was off about me. That I looked like a bug or a frog.

Now, I understood. My face hadn’t been right because I hadn’t claimed my magic, hadn’t become the person I should have been. Now, instead of having eyes too large and too far apart, my face had shifted slightly. Just that little bit was all that had been needed. Now, my face was thinner and slightly longer.

My nose had narrowed, and my eyes had shifted into place as well. Everything about my face was now built on angles. Angles that humans tried their best to make for themselves with makeup. Contours that were impossible for a human to ever have. A sharp jaw and high cheekbones that seemed to have been sculpted.

The eyes that had been slightly too large fit my longer face perfectly now. Everything that I’d hated about myself for so long had been almost right which had made me look hideous. Now it had all slid into place, and I looked more beautiful than anyone I knew.

Sasha would have nothing on me. She’d have tried to build a face out of makeup so that she could look half as perfect as me now. I turned to Sebastian and saw the same elements in his face. A man’s version of my face.

“I’m beautiful,” I whispered.

“You’ve always been beautiful, Rose. No different than a child who has to grow into their body. Anyone who thought differently had no idea what you’d grow into.”

I felt a tear begin to form at the corner of my eye, and I blinked it away. I’d hated my face for so long, and now I understood it. If my parents had survived long enough, they’d have explained it to me. They’d have taught me. But instead, they’d died, and I’d gone through life thinking I was a hideous toad.

I smiled at Sebastian, and my lips quivered as I tried to keep from crying in joy. “Thank you,” I whispered.

I reached around him and hugged him, not quite so worried about covering myself up. I needed to say thank you to him. For bringing me to the Immortal Realm and fixing the part of me that I’d always thought had been broken. For showing me who I was meant to be.

“Let me see if I can get your shirt fixed up,” he said. “Then we need to go.” His hands wrapped around me, and his fingers touched my bare skin. He wasn’t trying to seduce me with that touch, but I wasn’t sure his touch would ever be anything but seductive. It seemed to ignite the same feelings that I’d had in my dreams, and a throbbing between my legs woke inside me.

He released me and gave me a half-smile as he turned around. “Lock the door when you’re done,” he said. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and noticed the final change. My ears had sharpened just as much as my face had. The tops ended in sharp points rather than the naturally rounded ears of most people.

I really was a freaking fairy. I took a deep breath and giggled a little bit before I shut the cabinet and locked it, leaving it as it had been when we’d arrived.

When I turned around, Sebastian was holding up my shirt. The back had a giant slice from top to bottom where he’d cut it off me. Sebastian sighed and said, “No, I don’t think I can patch it. Let me get one of my shirts for you to wear until we can get you some clothes.”

He tossed the shirt on the bed and turned to the small chest of drawers next to the bed. I didn’t know what to say. I knew that I was going to look ridiculous no matter what I wore since I’d basically been wearing sleep clothes this entire time. The thought of wearing a shirt like that silk one he’d worn yesterday made me shiver.

In movies, it was the sign of a girlfriend sleeping over. Something she would put on after they’d had a long night full of hot, dirty sex. I thought of the mess my hair had been in when I’d looked in the mirror and knew that this was even worse than bedhead.

The thought of a shopping trip during my first “walk of shame” made me want to throw up. Especially walking with Sebastian. I shivered.

He pulled a linen tunic from his drawer and tossed it to me. I held it up to myself, keeping the sheet around me with my elbows, and I realized that it was almost dress length on me.

I grinned at him. “You’re really big.”

“That’s what most women say,” he said with a wide grin, and I wanted to slap him. Had a fairy sex god actually just made a “that’s what she said” joke to me?

“So funny. Turn around so I can get dressed with some bit of modesty.”

He raised an eyebrow that seemed to say, “You weren’t very modest last night,” but after a second, he sighed and turned around.

I dropped the sheet and hurriedly pulled the linen tunic over my head. It was huge on me and looked like I was wearing a potato sack, but at least it didn’t make me look like a whore like a silk shirt would have.

I realized that it shouldn’t have gone over my