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Pretend

I wake up slowly as all the images from last night come flooding in and groan. Please tell me I didn't do that.. please. I rub my face and sit up as Fig rolls off me and onto the bed still asleep. I go to the bathroom and take a shower as I try to think of what to do. I have never acted like that while drunk. I pride myself of the fact I handle myself well when drunk. What the hell got into me? A dark fae prince name Rune.. that's what got into me.

Fig was up and grooming himself when I made my way back. "How are you feeling?" I ask putting on my shoes. "I haven't slept that well in a long time." He says relaxed. "Heh.. me too," I say as we get ready to get breakfast. Truth be told I liked the way Rune felt and I liked kissing him. A little too much for my liking. All through breakfast I'm distracted by my thoughts.

Rune walked in and stopped when he saw Fig and I. I keep eating and nod at him. I act like nothing weird happened between us and I catch him hesitating but he nods and sits down in the same seat he was in last night. "So... did you sleep well last night?" Rune asks while eating his food and watching me. "Oh, yeah. Thanks." I say and down what tasted like orange juice.

I was panicking now and had to think of something. His sharp eyes watching everything I do. "Look, I want to apologize if I said or did anything last night.. I don't really remember much and if I did something.. I'm sorry." I ramble and awkwardly smile. He stares at me without blinking and I think my heart is going to beat out of my chest. "That.. you don't remember anything about last night?" He asks unconvinced.

"Well.. I remember the first half of the night but shortly after drinking I don't remember anything.." I say still awkwardly smiling. He smirks and says "That's.. a shame." he puts his napkin down and leans back and is trying his hardest not to laugh. Does he know I'm lying? How? I look at him suspiciously.

"Why are you laughing? What's so funny?" I ask irritated. Still smiling he licked his lips and my eyes followed the motion before I could stop myself but quickly looked back at his eyes but his smile grew. He saw it.

"Why do you want to pretend like nothing happened last night? I can smell you love and that means I can smell your lie." He said completely relaxed. He looked like a cat who caught the canary. I sigh and lean back in my chair. I keep forgetting people here are not human. "Maybe because that's what I want to do," I say aggravated. "Well I'm sorry love but that's not something I want to do." He said with a clear challenge.

"One, stop calling me love. Two, I don't care what you "don't want to do". As I'm far as I'm concerned, last night never happened and if you know what's best for you.. you'll forget last night ever happened." I say and stand up to leave only to stop when I hear him laugh. I turn and find him watching me with a dark grin. "Oh love.. the more you run from me the more I want you." He says in a low voice causing me to shiver. We stare at each other for a moment before I walk out of the room with Fig on my shoulder.

"Syn, Rune is not someone you want to mess with.. there's a reason he's one of the most powerful fae and I don't think we should be.. attracting his.. attention," Fig says uncertain. "I completely agree with you but you were there. It was like being sucked into a black hole." I say as I walk to our garden to practice. I think that's the first time I was afraid of him and it wasn't because he was "Powerful". No, it was the way he looked at me.

"Look Fig, we need to hurry okay? Teach me everything you can as quickly as you can. We need to go home." I say getting everything ready to practice. Fig watches me closely and sees the change in me and nods his head in agreement. "I will teach you everything I know and then we will start making plans to head back," Fig says watching me. I nod and get ready. "I feel like I've missed something.. What happened between you two last night?" Fig asks hesitantly. I look at him and my mouth goes dry... Sorry Fig, I'm taking this to my grave.