May 3, 2020
I note the hitch in his breath as I lift his cover and slide into the bed next to him. “Wh-what are you doing?” Arthur asks at last in a strangled voice. “Finding a little peace in the middle of this war,” I say, sounding braver than I feel. “Did Keva put you up to this?” I move closer to Arthur, but he shifts away from me with a low hiss, until his back’s flat against the wall. “No” I say, a little annoyed at his reaction “But if you don’t want me to be here, I can always leave.” “Don’t!” Arthur’s hand shoots out before I can scoot away, and a dumb smile spreads on my face. “Don’t" he repeats, softer, his fingers doing little circles around my forearm that send tingles all the way down my toes
Curse of the fey
