Maya I've spent most of the day napping, but the basement drops in temperature as it gets later. I shudder at the cold and drag my palms over my legs, hoping to warm them. Werewolves are always warm, but I will remain a weak human as long as Arvin has my wolf. Uncontrolled teeth chattering makes these weird, embarrassing sounds leave my lips, gaining the male fairy's attention. My new friend has been sleeping on the other side of the room, but he is studying me with vast curiosity right now. "I'm alright," I tell him. "It's cold, is all, but I'm used to it." The man doesn't look convinced. He lifts a skeptical eyebrow, and once I shake like a poor leaf, he gets up on his feet. Old oil lamps light up the basement, and I freeze upon having the man's shadow cast darkness over me. Flashbacks from the times Arvin has taken me by force by using his strength enter my mind. I hear my pathetic screams inside my head and try not to fall into a panic att

FinnI'm alone inside the prison cell but glance up when Arvin pushes a crying Maya inside of the gates. Her hair is messy, and her eyes puffy and swollen as she sits down in her corner.Arvin blows her a kiss. "You were spectacular tonight, Maya! So aggressive, passionate, and lovely that I didn't have a single boring moment with you!"Maya glares at the man but doesn't speak. She hugs her knees and proceeds to disappear into her head. I never understood her fear of men before, but now I get it—Arvin is the reason behind her terror. In her eyes, the man must be a nightmare materialized."I will see you again tomorrow!"Arvin leaves us alone, and I clench my fists, angry that I wasn't here to protect Maya. I've been spending my entire day with a horrifying, mummified June. I assumed she was dead, but it turns out the wicked vampire still lives, even if she is older than the street."Does Arvin visit you a lot?"Maya doesn't reac

MayaI peer up at Finn while I'm busy taking off the bracelet from around his arm. Seeming to notice me staring, he tilts his head with a sweet, crooked smile. "What is on your mind?"My lips part, but not a sound leaves my mouth. I can't possibly tell Finn the truth—that I've been a prisoner for too long and don't know where to go after this is over.I want to be with Finn. He is a good friend, the only one I've ever had, and something warm and exciting travels through me whenever I tip my head to meet his gaze. In my world, Finn is too beautiful to belong. Bigger, more robust, and not human, and yet I want him.He might not be my mate, but I swear there is chemistry going on between us, and I'm dying to find out if it can lead to an actual relationship.But as soon as I think that, I feel crazy—I'm in too deep, and we barely know each other. My mother wouldn't approve of us—fairy and werewolf, and my father probably wouldn't lik

Maya I'm laughing, not because I'm having fun, but because I do not know what the hell just happened. Finn flew through a portal and took us into a magical world with flowers taller than trees. And the actual trees are more extensive than skyscrapers, seeming to reach for the skies, and Finn? He turned into a giant in mid-air! With every ounce of strength in my body, I crawl from beneath Finn's massive hand and grasp for air the minute I'm out. The fairy himself is unconscious, and my leg is broken—fantastic! I reach for the orb and place it on Finn's chest. The black wolf inside is quiet and staring at my leg. I smile at her and then let my eyes roam to Finn's pointed ears. He looks different now, more fairy-like, with an ethereal glow seeming to come from within his pores. My heart thuds. Finn might be larger than life, yet it does nothing to change how I feel about him. "I wish I could help Finn. He saved our lives." I sigh and sit down on

Maya The water reflects my flushed face as I'm standing in the river. Finn is sleeping next to the fire. He seemed exhausted after the sex and fell asleep like a little, content baby. I smile at the image of his face passing by my mind and continue working my fingers through my hair. It's dirty and hanging down in thick threads filled with tufts. I can't believe Finn said nothing about the smell and grimace as I gather nectar from a leaf. I'm lucky that I found fruits and flowers to use in making shampoo. Based on the dirty water around me, Finn will love the new, refreshed Maya, and if I'm lucky, he will fuck me again before morning. I smile at that thought and dip my head underneath the surface. When I come up for air, I hear giggles around me. A warning bell chimes in my head, and I crane my neck to stare up at multiple faces. Fairies, young and old, are hanging like bats and studying me. I open my mouth to scream at Finn, but the f