Take Me Once, I'll Bleed You Twice novel Chapter 155

“You are nervous,” the male fae, Langhy, said out of the blue as he feaned forward. His eyes were larger than a human’s, with no iris or pupil, the entirety of the eye was teal and beyond serving. His shoulder length hair of the same cofour seemed to float around his head, as if caught in a faint breeze.

Even his skin, a normal tone for a Caucasian human, was tinged with that same colour if you looked close. His iridescent wings – they closely resembled that of a dragonfly – were folded over his shoulders like a cape. How the fae could do that with his wings, the Alptra wasn’t about to ask since everything about the species made Donovan’s wolf uneasy.

A four fingered hand reached out to grasp the edge of Claire’s seat as ban’gny leaned further forward. “Do we scare you?”

“We are not scary,” Ptyrese, the female fae admonished her twin as she mimicked his movements. Donovan wasn’t comfortable knowing she was holding onto his seat but couldn’t do a thing about it. “We do not enjoy harming Others. It’s why we like Claire.”

The woman in question rolled her eyes. “You’re making it worse. Both of you.”

They turned to stare at her in perfect sync, identical expressions on their faces. It was so fucking creepy. “Are you certain?,” the male twin asked, sounding confused.

“We thought we were being… understanding?”

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“Your words were fine; it’s your actions that didn’t help.”

“Our actions?,” they echoed as one, this time glancing at one another and frowning.

“Don’t worry about it,” Claire assured them. “Just sit back and enjoy the drive.”

“But it’s rather… dull.”

“It would be more fun to fly.”

“Yes. With the feel of our magic upon our skin.”

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“A good time that would be.”

“And a waste of power,” Claire reminded them. “You’ll be able to use all the magic you want if things go bad when we reach Bluemoon pack lands.”

“But what if it doesn’t?”

“Then this will be boring for nothing.”

Claire sighed. “Then you can magic your way home. How’s that?”

The twins exchanged looks a second time before nodding as one. “Yes. We like that. Thank you, Claire.”

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Donovan found himself asking Claire in a low voice, “Are they always like that?”

She glanced at him and smirked. She knew exactly what he meant without needing clarification. “Always. It’s part of their charm.”

“No, that is Marlow,” corrected Ptyrese.

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“He is the charming one,” Ean’gny nodded.

“Oy!,” growled the witch in the back, causing Claire to snort. “I am not charming.”

“You make charms,” Ptyrese retorted a sing song voice.

Lan’gny nodded. “Therefore you are charming.”

Charms? Donovan glanced at the leather bangle on his wrist. It could be considered a charm. Was the witch powerful enough to create something like that? If so, it was no wonder Claire hadn’t answered the question of where she’d gotten it. Witches were notoriously secretive and usually refused to make things for others without charging them an arm and a leg sometimes literally. He’d been given the bangle for free, or so he assumed.

“You both need to learn to shut your mouths,” Marlow snapped and the sound of someone being smacked upside the head could be heard, followed by annoyed noises from the fae. “Want me talking about you both in front of strangers, huh? Cause I will.”

“Enough,” Claire called out, half turning in her seat. “They didn’t mean anything by it. You’re a charming asshole, Marlow. We all know it. Just accept it. And you two,” she glared at the twins, who were smirking as the witch was being admonished. Their smirks disappeared the second they were now the focus of the woman’s attention, “You’re acting like children and everyone here knows you’re older than all of us combined. Act it.”

Ptyrese pursed her lips, looking annoyed. “You speak our truths without consulting us first?”

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“That is not very friendly of you, Claire,” Lan’gny finished.

“You spoke about Marlow out of turn so I returned the favour. Balance, remember? You both understand that better than anyone else.”

“Can we just not?,” Donovan interjected. He was the most uncomfortable he’d ever been in his entire life. It felt like a magical bomb might go second and he was stuck sitting in front of its epicentre. “Let’s all just get along like the good children none of us are, okay?”

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“Can we listen to a podcast?” Lan’gny asked after a minute of tense silence had passed.

“Yes, yes. We started one last week that was rather interesting.”

“Claire, put your phone to the electric board thing and make it speak the words.”

Electric board thing? Speak the words? Did the fae mean the dash? The radio? What?

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