Falling for my Fae Captor

*Fynn*Well, this was new. I had to hand it to Evangeline, this was an unexpected approach. Where did she find a woman like this? The big, hazel eyes were really something, almost otherworldly. She looked up at me and looked genuinely afraid. An actress then.I reached down and scooped the woman up. She struggled under my grasp, but she was disappointingly weak. I wrapped my arm around her and tossed her over my shoulder. Her gown was practically see-through now that it was damp with sweat. Even if this woman was a spy as I suspected, it would be irresponsible to leave her out in the woods on her own. There were dangerous people out there.The woman kicked wildly, beating her small fists against my back."Let me go, you stupid hillbilly," she demanded, struggling still."It's going to hurt if I drop you," I warned her, hoping to talk a little sense into her."I don't care. Put me down. I'll call the cops, I swear," she screeched.The cops? What the hell did that even mean

*Fynn*The sound of the birds singing woke me up. The sun was just starting to pull over the horizon and light the woods, and I rolled over to try and steal a few more minutes of sleep.My arm draped over a small form next to me, and I pulled it away as if I'd been burned.Sage.I had forgotten she was here, and I startled myself. It was crowded to have her in the bedroll with me, but I couldn't risk letting her get away from me. She didn't need to report to Evangeline what I was up to. I needed at least a little bit of edge when it came to fighting the Water Court.Seeing her in my bed, hands bound, in that barely-there shift dress, my mind was slipping down a rabbit trail it really shouldn't be traveling. I frowned and turned away. Definitely a succubus.She needed new clothes. We were about to get to a town, and she would be a spectacle. It was going to be embarrassing enough to have to take her into this town in that dress, much less if we made it to meet my men with he

The sun was much higher over the horizon when I woke up the next morning. There was a warm stone with some sort of cooked meat on a piece of bread, covered with melted cheese. I propped myself up on an elbow, eyebrows furrowed as I took in the morning."I hope you like it. My mom used to make something like it for breakfast. She was a much better cook than I am, but I ate mine and it wasn't too bad." Fynn was kicking dirt on the fire and starting to pack up the camp.Cautiously, I took the food and took a bite. I chewed thoughtfully, letting the warm food help wake me up. I felt like I was still in a dream, and I was not sure if it was because of the dreamy landscape, or Fynn's out-of-character behavior.I had to admit that the food was incredible, and the flavor of it was heavenly. It was salty and warm, with lots of drippy cheese on sourdough bread. It warmed me from the inside out, and I wondered if all food here was just a step above the food at home. Well, all the food excep

There was a rustling just past the edge of the trees that bordered the clearing. Fynn stepped away, moving his hands to make the vines release me. He hurried in the direction of the noise, gripping at the dagger on his belt. Unfortunately, the sudden release meant that I collapsed to the ground in a heap.My heart was now pounding in my chest for another reason as I watched Fynn creep along the tree line. I wasn't sure if he could see anything or not, but I couldn't see a damn thing.After a few moments, Fynn turned back to me."Go to bed," he said wearily.I did as he said, scrambling into the bedroll. He didn't join me, instead propping himself up against a fir tree."Should I be worried?" I asked, still trying to clear my mind of the haze of desire that had clouded my judgment only moments ago."We're in the woods. There are woodland creatures everywhere. I'm sure it was just a fox," he assured me, though he sounded irritated. His eyes still scanned the clearing and the

The inn for the village was right on the edge of town. I convinced Fynn to put the cloak on to cover his shoulder when he went inside. Arriving injured would more than likely set off alarm bells, and thankfully, Fynn agreed.He got us a room, requesting a room with two cots."We've only got one room, and it has one large bed," the innkeeper replied gruffly, white mustache blowing with his words."We'll take it." Fynn sighed. "I also need lodging for one horse."I looked around the first floor of the inn as Fynn made deals and got directions to a stall for Alastor. He handed some money to the innkeeper and continued whatever discussion they were having.It looked like a scene from one of those corny medieval theme parks, or low-budget streaming series. Wood beams and plaster walls, an enormous fireplace on the other end of the building, and a scattering of tables and chairs cluttered the floors. There was a bartender using a rag to wipe down a walnut bar, and two gray-bearded