Little human, are you scared?

I had a weak moment, and that was all it was.

I scowled at Arcane but quickly looked away, freaking out that he would see me and misunderstand it. I mean, who could even blame me? I shouldn’t even be here! To be honest, nobody should be here at all. Werewolves and fey, sometimes I still wonder if I just fell asleep reading again.

But no such luck; it was all real. Everything here was so genuine. Once, I dreamed about this, diving into my favorite book and being swooped off my feet by a drop-dead gorgeous vampire or werewolf. Letting out a deep sigh of frustration again, I found myself scowling at Arcane.

He had apologized over and over again. I believed him, too, believed that he didn’t mean to make me cry or hurt. So, like a characteristic damsel in distress, I cried in his arms. Found solace and comfort in his massive arms. I didn’t object when he lifted me off my feet and carried me over to a little bench by the railings. I didn’t object when he sat me down and put his arm around