All Chapters of Falling for my Fae Captor: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I waited all day for Fynn to come back. He had made it out of the tent this morning without waking me at all, which was evidence of how hard I trained last night. I wondered if that clued him in that something was different.It made me anxious to think he might have clued in, but I had to risk it. It might even be fun to try to take him in a fight. I mean, there was no way I would win a fight like that, but it might be worth it to try, just to see if he would even engage with me.I was practically pacing by the time I heard the other soldiers start to return. I started searching for a place to hide so I could surprise Fynn. I knew it was entirely possible that he could be gone for a long time. Sometimes it took him hours to come back from the battlefield.Luckily, tonight was not one of those nights. Fynn's casual yet authoritative stroll was easily identifiable outside. Those broad shoulders and heavy muscling of his made him just heavy enough to have loud footsteps.Diving ne

"Well, that's a rather rude greeting," Sean purred, reminding me of an orange tabby cat I once had as a child. It used to preen itself and purr, enticing people to get closer before it swiped out at them. It was just a mean old cat, satisfied with causing pain."I've told you plenty of times that I'm not interested in dealing with you. Take your business elsewhere," I warned."You haven't even heard what I have to say," Sean rebuffed."And I don't intend to," I retorted. "I'm only standing here to make sure you leave my camp. I don't want you stirring up trouble with any of my men either.""I wouldn't dream of it. Although, that pretty little captive you keep tucked away is an awfully tempting treat," he chuckled darkly.I grabbed him by his sooty black collar, dragging him closer. If I wasn't so furious, I'd be impressed at myself with how fast I was able to grab him. The old bastard was surprisingly slippery most of the time. Maybe he was losing his touch. I could hope at l

"Any injuries, or anything exciting?" I asked though I was only half listening to him. I didn't know what his mood was about. I could only try so hard to uncover the source of his foul mood."Nothing good," he dismissed. He was struggling with the buckle on the left side of his armor, the same one that always seemed to give him trouble. I could take a pocket knife and make the holes for the buckle a little bigger, but I wondered if he'd let me touch it at all.I nodded to acknowledge that I'd heard him talk, but I couldn't muster much more of an answer.His foul mood had me concerned I was right about my worries this morning. I wondered if my luck had finally run out. Fynn was stunningly handsome, and he was probably regretting dragging someone like me along on his adventures. He was tired of me. I'd made myself too available to him, too desperate for his attention.I considered coming up with something to say. I could press and see if there was something deeper here, but the t

*Sage*"Sean told you about Sage's abilities?" Fynn asked, though the fury from earlier was snuffed out and he seemed much more reasonable now. He even looked like a different person again, less feral and on edge."He's been talking a lot about Sage. He seems to have some interesting theories about her. I didn't realize when you were being vague about where she came from, it was because you genuinely don't know," Magnus answered."Well, that's not exactly fair," Fynn deflected."I fell through a faerie ring. No matter how many people refuse to believe me, that's the truth," I interjected. It felt good to let the truth out, as much as I could understand of it. I trusted these men, even though Magnus had just revealed he'd been speaking an awful lot with a strange man who had a habit of just dropping in.Everyone turned to look at me, though they didn't seem to be in shock, or even that surprised, really."Tell them your grandmother's name," Magnus pushed.I frowned. Now we

*Fynn*Fighting with Sage caused a strange series of emotions to wash through me, and I wanted to get back to the tent to sort them out. The adrenaline and close contact made me feel far less combative, and instead, much more motivated to do something else with our time.We ate a quick dinner, but we were a few days away from the next ration delivery wagon, so food was a little scant. It was a fine meal of more meat stew and some bread that was starting to go stale, but if you dipped the bread in the stew, it wasn't so bad.Sage seemed in a hurry to get back to the tent too, though it seemed more like she was tired.We excused ourselves from the campfire early and made our way into the safety of the green canvas tent. I lit a few of the candles and lanterns to provide us with some light. I wanted to talk with her, to tell her the truth about what I was feeling. After Ronan mentioned the word 'mate' yesterday, I spent nearly the entire day today considering what that could truly