by Milana Jacks
The longer I hovered in wait, the more time I had to admire her human form, something I’d actively avoided from the moment I met her. Though I’d seen her twin million times, Clementine was no Clare, the girls as different in character as they were the same in appearance, with Clementine being less concerned with following the rules. Her twin would have slept in my bed and done what I asked her to do.
Against the greenery and the colorful flowers, Clementine looked like someone out of a fairy tale. She had white hair, white brows, blue-gray eyes, reminding me of a porcelain doll. Fragile and lovable. Probably why Arthur spoiled her and her late twin. He allowed Clementine to live out here in my territory instead of taking her with him into Ohio. Wait a second.
I froze, my wings not flapping, wind keeping me in the air, moving my body away.
A meadow.
Flowers in winter.
Nature against nature. The only way flowers could grow out of frozen ground was if someone nurtured the ground. The ground was earth, Arthur’s element. This meant Arthur had found his spirit. Right?
Lilies spurted out of the ground.
I recovered from my shock and batted my wings against the wind and back up. It was like hitting a wall as gust after gust hit my body, leaving my skin battered and raw.
Clementine clapped her hands, picked up the flowers, and left. Right before my eyes, the grass wilted, the orchid tree died, and everything went dead as if nothing had happened. I stared at the bench and questioned my sanity. Click!
About the Author
Milana Jacks grew up with tales of water fairies that seduced men, vampires that seduced women, and Babaroga who’d come to take her away if she didn’t eat her bean soup. She specializes in dark, fun & steamy science fiction and paranormal romance where sexy alpha males are unapologetic and supportive at the same time. Her home is on Earth with her mate and their three little monsters.
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