Falling for my Fae Captor

Chapter 1 : Tumbling

*Sage*The Smoky Mountains were technically a rainforest. They were a deciduous rainforest, and it was a fact that people didn't seem to know. But as you looked out across the way the moisture rose from the trees in the misty haze that gave the mountains their name, you'd have to believe it. As the tendrils of fog lifted their hands heavenward, reaching for a sun they'd never meet, it was easy to see why the place inspired ghost stories and folklore.My grandmother was superstitious. She believed you should never pick up a penny that wasn't heads-up. She wouldn't walk under ladders, and she always knocked on wood. She never told secrets while standing near a mirror, in case someone on the other side could hear her.She worried over faerie rings for as long as I could remember. In the spring and the summer, when I would come to visit her house, she was constantly warning me about them."Don't step in that ring," she would call to me, gesturing toward the brown-capped mushrooms t...