All Chapters of Falling for my Fae Captor: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Fynn and I didn't talk about what happened the night before. I felt like I should be embarrassed about how I had acted, but I couldn't make myself feel ashamed. The tension between us had been building for too long. It was some of the best sex I'd had in my entire life.We got ready in relative silence, but Fynn seemed to be in a chipper mood for once. I didn't want to feel too self-assured, but it did make me feel a little better that my notoriously grumpy guide just so happened to be in a better mood since we had sex the night before. Really good sex.When we made it down to the tavern, Ronan and Ragnar were already at the same table from last night, though they were both holding their heads in their hands."Rough night?" Fynn asked, pulling out a chair and sitting down hard in it.I sat down across from him, looking between the men. "Where's Magnus?" I asked."No one knows." Ronan shrugged."Only the gods know," Ragnar grumbled at the same time.Fynn grinned, and I ret

*Sage*I wanted to ask more questions. I wanted to demand that he tell me exactly what the hell just happened, but I couldn't really make the words form.The image of the woman who appeared in the mist was practically seared into my mind. She was an ethereal beauty, the kind of person that fashion magazines would photoshop their models to try and look like. Her features were sharp and fine, with the sort of look about her that made me jealous down to my core.I didn't know if she even had access to makeup, so I wasn't sure if that was her natural beauty or not, but I felt incredibly inadequate as I was. Her lashes were full and long, her lips a pale pink that seemed to be the exact perfect nude shade that every makeup brand was going for. She had brilliant blue eyes the color of cornflowers, and long, blonde hair that flowed like water past her shoulders and down her back.And she had some sort of romantic history with Fynn.I still felt like a fool for the way I had thrown m

*Fynn*I marched back through the camp. I had chosen to let Alastor rest today, but I missed being mounted on the battlefield. We had seen some success, but I no longer got excited over small victories. I'd been in wars for nearly a century, there was nothing new to me here. We would gain ground, only to lose it in the following battle, or the following weeks, or months, or years. There were no long-term wins or losses.Still, there was a certain adrenaline rush about coming off the field for the day that I found difficult to fight off. It surged through my veins and had my thoughts clouded. I used to join my soldiers for bare-knuckle boxing afterward to take the edge off, but I wasn't in the mood for that tonight. I could hear them already chanting the names of the men who tended to win the matches, the way they stomped their feet and yelled from around their makeshift boxing ring.I ignored it, marching back through the camp toward my tent. Ragnar and Magnus had come back early

The troops returned all at once. There was an enormous clatter of metal as men and women stomped through the camp to return to their tents. Yesterday, they had come back in waves, sounding like a din of percussion for hours. Today, however, it sounded like an explosion, like the battle was finding its way to the camp, far from the battlefield.I stuck my head out of the tent to watch the silvery army march back. Horses and foot soldiers tromped between tents, dodging fire pits and livestock pens. There was a strong smell of sweat, both human and animal, with camp attendants scampering around to attend to soldiers and animals alike. I wasn't sure what I liked better, the peace of the camp after everyone left for the battlefield, or victorious chatter as they returned.Taking a quick glance at the bruises on my arms and legs, I realized they had faded enough at this point that they definitely wouldn't be noticeable. Thank whatever gods ruled this realm. I didn't want Fynn to catch on

I was beginning to develop a routine at this point. During the day, with my riding practice, I was finally able to start unsheathing the sword. I was too afraid to try swinging it just yet because I didn't want to decapitate my beloved pony. I had decided to name him Enbarr after the horse from Celtic myth, hoping that might bring him some speed and good luck.Getting ready for my riding exercises, I was fastening my boots when I heard a noise behind me in the tent. Ragnar's lessons were paying off. I whirled on my heels and had the intruder pinned to the bed in an instant.Sean snapped his fingers and was across the room instantly. I fell to the bed, off balance from his sudden absence. I jumped back to my feet, unwilling to let him catch me off guard for too long."What do you want?" I demanded."Ugh, awfully cranky today, are we? It doesn't suit you," he dismissed, pacing a few feet away. Maybe my newly learned abilities had surprised him. I hoped they did. That might teach