Four
“There, there, little lamb. It wouldn’t do to hurt your pretty face, now would it?”
I wish his voice wasn’t so sweet. I wish I didn’t want to hear, smell, and feel more of him. I know it has nothing to do with me. Enchanting others is simply the fae’s nature.
Recalling my aunt’s advice, I bite my bottom lip, as hard as I can.
To my surprise, the fae laughs.
“No need for all that. Besides, I’ll have you know some of us do enjoy a little bit of blood with our pleasure.”
I let go of my lip, suitably stricken. Aunt Julia said that salt is one of the things I can use to repel the folk. If absolutely necessary, human blood does have enough salt to keep one at bay for a moment or two.
She said that when they’re of a mind to eat one of us, they have to cut us up, cook us down, and seas
