Page 13 of Fae's Mate
“A question for a question.”
He considers me for a moment, before the corner of his mouth curls up. Why do I find that so mesmerising?
“I agree.”
I take a deep breath before asking my first question.
“Do you know why we were brought here?”
“Yes.”
I huff at his one-word answer.
“Why?”
“Because my brother and his accomplice cleaved a portal.”
“I know that already.”
“Then perhaps you should not have wasted a question asking me.”
“Ugh, this is pointless! You’re never going to give me a straight answer!”
He chuckles, and the sound both infuriates me, and sets my stomach fluttering.
“You need to phrase your questions better.”
“Fine. Why did your brother pull us through the portal?”
Silence stretches between us as he considers his answer, a frown on his face.
“Because he believes one of you to be his mate.”
I open my mouth, a plethora of questions on my tongue; what is a mate? Who does his brother think is his? Why pull all of us through? But I promptly close it, deciding to ask the first question I thought of, hoping for a definitive answer.
“What is a mate?”
“Something you humans clearly don’t have.”
I throw up my hands in exasperation. There is a strange look in the High Lord’s eye, and I can’t stop myself from blurting—“Why won’t you give me a straight answer?”
“Because information, much like names, Seki,” the way he practically purrs my name releases butterflies in my chest, “is powerful.”
If that is the case, I am through asking questions. I’m never going to get a straight answer, and I don’t want to give this fae prick any morepower.
“I have no more questions.” I tell him, crossing my arms and looking away.
“Good, my turn.”
I refuse to meet his gaze.
“You truly don’t know what a mate is?”
I want to simply say ‘no’, but I’m feeling petulant.
“I don’t know.”
He pauses, waiting for me to elaborate, but I don’t. I just stare at the sunset.
