CHAPTER TEN
BREA
Savior.
Fae freak.
Royal.
The labels this world threw at Brea were too much. She couldn’t handle the constant expectations, the gobs of information she still didn’t know.
And the kiss.
She lay in her bed, staring at the canopy overhead. Too many emotions to decipher rolled through her like waves, bringing her magic to a crest before it tumbled into her stomach, crashing in on itself.
Lochlan tricked her. The kiss was nothing more than him trying to stir up her emotions and get her power to explode out of her. He hadn’t done it again in the week they’d been training, but he used other tactics, talking about her family in Ohio and some of the things he’d witnessed. Embarrassment burned through her.
How many times had she told her mom there was someone watching her?
