Amelia caught her breath, her simmering unease abruptly forgotten. "Do you know something about my ancestors?"
Without warning, he had moved forward and was holding her face in his hands.
"I will reveal all once you are in my care, Amelia," he promised.
His touch was surprisingly gentle, but Amelia batted his hands away with impatience.
"Stop that."
He merely smiled as he backed toward the door. "If you want the truth about your past, you must come to me, Amelia. I will send word to you in a few days with a plan to help you escape. Until then." He gave a small bow as he stepped through the doorway. "Oh, Amelia."
"What?" "You will need to return to the shower. Even fae possess an uncanny ability to smell werewolves. Tyler isn't just an ordinary fairy. "You have to know that he was a h
