(Amaia)
His hair curls around my waist, slides along my arms and slithers against my chest. I feel the magic running in my veins as we gawk at each other, trying to understand what has just happened.
Exposed, I have been fully exposed in front of my mate who believes me to be a liar.
His eyes almost drop out of his sockets from shock and those handsome contours of his face don't remain rigid like stone. That's the most emotion I have seen on Alnilam's face since we have met.
"You…you are a Fae?" He questions, and the astonishment makes his voice break. I never thought a day would come where I would see Alnilam, stammering.
He knows…he fucking knows the secret I have kept all these years. My mother's pendant had always kept my identity hidden, how did he render its powers void? It's still around my neck but isn't working?
How? Why?
