Page 23 of The Wild Hunt (Sold to the Fae Duet #1)

I rest as long as I dare in the clearing before forcing my exhausted body to move. I need to return to Akari. I need to know she is safe.

My plan had worked. It had been senseless and fragile, but my only hope had been to lure the male into the territory of the Skraeming Dhevilkin. I had remembered its comment about how the taste of human was only inferior to one other flesh. Fae.

I had bargained that having a fae to feast on would satiate the creature enough to let me go. It was a minuscule hope. And it had succeeded. Just in the nick of time.

I push myself to my feet, grabbing a tree to stabilize myself. My knees wobble and threaten to send me back to the ground, but my stubbornness prevails, and I manage to keep myself upright.

I take a moment to get my breath back, my head bowed as my exhaustion threatens to overcome me.

My skin begins to crawl, and I become aware that another presence has joined me. I squeeze my eyes closed and fight back the tears that sting my eyes. My luck had seemingly run out. There were, after all, countless other fae hunting me.

I steel myself and look up.

“That was quite the show, Little Bird,” Lord Draekoh smirks. His canines elongate even as I stare hatefully at him. “Now it’s my turn.”