Aiden
Raff made me my second dose, and I sipped it, enjoying the warmth and sweetness as it coats my throat. He watches me wearily and as the golden liquid takes its effect on my brain; it becomes clearer and clearer. When he smiles at me, my d**k comes to life. That cocky smile of his is what I want, not this uncertain one. But any smile from him is better than the feeling that I have betrayed Willow and the bartender by taking that packet, then acting so erratically.
The goblin lied, I thought fae can’t lie. He said it would help me get my mate. It helped me get her in the wrong way and now she will hate me. She fears me. I keep seeing her crying that I was scaring her and I want to smash my own face for what I have done.
“You were on heavy fae drugs, Aiden,” Raff’s voice soothes as h
