Free Fairy Unbroken by Anna Keraleigh

walk the city and discover its wonders with Cameron. Just like they used to do
as kids.
    “You locked the door.”
    Trillian jerked back then frowned. The man she was supposed to
avoid was flying down from the sky onto the balcony. It would be kind of hard
to stay away when one of them had wings. “Didn’t want any trolls to bust in.”
She gestured to the unconscious Cameron snug beneath a blanket. “We’re not
exactly ready to take on an army of ugly fuckers.”
    Keyn snorted. “They are ugly.” He sighed and shifted to rest
against the thick railing.
    “And smell like rotting food.”
    “They do smell hideous.”
    Trillian took the time to slowly step back and settle in the
nearest seat. Her fingers caressed the smooth wood beneath her palms. She
couldn’t control her gaze roaming over his bare chest and those thick,
column-like thighs. Nothing tented his loincloth and she found herself
disappointed. Disappointed? She needed to find and destroy that emotion later.
Keyn was strictly off limits. Besides, he hated her kind. She simply thought of
their kiss and felt the heat between her legs dissipate. Maybe if the fairies
just wore more clothes...
    “There’s a good trick that sometimes works to warn you of their
approach.” Keyn tapped his nose with a finger. “Face the wind and sniff the
air. Their smell will usually carry, and once you get a whiff, you can prepare
for a fight.”
    “Yeah, my fight prepping didn’t really do any good.” She kicked at
the ground. “Three times I fought them and three times I was rescued.” That was
a kick to her ego. She was a tough woman in the human world. Here she was
just...a girl.
    “Perhaps, when you are ready, I can show you some defense
techniques.”
    Her head popped up. “Really? That’d be great.” Trillian smiled. “I
know some. Cameron showed me the palm-to-the-nose thing and stomping the instep
and the ball crunch.”
    Keyn frowned. “That is not one I care to practice.”
    “Neither did he.” Trillian grinned. A bright blur of colors
whirled by them and she jerked to her feet. “What was that?” It was about the
size of a bird but way too bright to actually be one.
    Keyn watched it, turning so he could see it on the nearby roof. “A
banshee bird. Those sweet things are the only creature on earth that can cool
the notorious banshee tempers.”
    “Banshee?” Trillian shook her head and moved to the railing to
watch it. The feathers were a rainbow of colors that lit up brightly under the
rising sun. “They exist too? What else is out there that we don’t know about?”
    “There’s an entire world around us that humans do not see.
Banshees and trolls, fairies and...”
    Trillian wasn’t staring at the bird. She was watching Keyn’s face.
Her eyes drifted over the scar, ragged edges that marred his tanned skin. His
nose was small for his face and crooked like it had been broken several times.
His jaw was all angles and dark stubble. Even the column of his neck was fascinating.
The way the pulse under his skin jumped rapidly. His hair was down his back, a
wild black that made him look dangerous. She was looking at his body when she
realized he no longer spoke. Trillian glanced up and locked eyes with the moody
fairy. “I was listening,” she blurted.
      “I cannot be your mate,” he
whispered.
    Where did that come from? “I know,” she said quickly. “It’s sort
of hard not to look when every warm-blooded male around here goes around in
their underwear.”
    Keyn frowned. “They’re loincloths.”
    “Well, yes, but they look like...never mind.” She glanced where
the bird had been but noticed the space was vacant. It had flown the coop just
like she wanted to do. “I’ll go.” She spun around, feeling awkward and bruised
by his quick rejection. This was not a time to go looking for a lay. There were
trolls to think about, Cameron, the existence of supernatural creatures, which
sure as hell blew her mind, and apparently, her