Could we stay here in the city?
Her world? Which is technically my damn world…
And it’s not a world, right? It still exists here… on Earth. Like in this realm.
Doesn’t it?
Are there other realms?
This is too much!
I’m living in a B-rate SyFy movie.
Shit!
What about my job?
So many questions swirl in my tired and anxious mind. Questions I cannot answer.
I’ve always thought I was knowledgeable about the world, as fucked up as it is. I knew what to expect. How things should be. Yet, that’s now all just bullshit! Complete and utter bullshit!
The only thing I know for certain is… Aeris is mine.
We are fated.
We must be together.
I just haven’t had time to consider what that would look like amid of all the new shit I’ve learned.
Discovering the actual existence of fairies… Learning I’m a Sylph… Finding my wings… Then, getting an upgrade from those piece-of-shit bug wings. And of course, fighting mythical creatures that aren’t actually mythical at all, but are flesh and blood. And as real as I am.
We ended the Trahan brothers, but now face something even worse.
From what Aeris, Cyrus, and Devyn said, the Trahan brothers are nobodies compared to Dark Fae.
But why build an army?
What is the end goal?
I rub the small piece of torn material in my fingers again as I lay my head back and close my eyes.
I wish I had a way to reach her.
“I miss you, Aeris. I love you.”
Just as I’m about to succumb to sleep, Aeris’s voice whispers in my head,“Sleep, my love. Get some rest.”
I sigh as I embrace the darkness of slumber with a contented smile on my lips.
* * *
“Wake up!”
The shrill shout has me nearly jump out of my skin. My hand immediately reaches for my piece. Cracking my eyes open, I grimace and snap, “How the fuck did you get in here?”
Trevor smirks, jerking his stubby little thumb toward the door. “Can’t lock a door that is no longer on the hinges, Callum.” He stares at me. “Anyone could get in.”
Shaking my head to get the drowsiness to clear, I groan. My anger turns to curiosity as I stretch, popping my back and rolling my shoulders to work the kinks out. “What are you doing here?” I rub my hand down my face. Then, I ask, “Do you know if Aeris made it back to the cabin?”
