(Aeris/Ember POV)
"Is that the truth or you are just trying to hide it?" His voice cracked as he stumbled to his feet, and his body swayed as he moved closer.
My fingers curled tightly into a fist, my heart skittering in my chest. I needed fresh air and I needed to be alone to sort my emotions out. Because I don't know if I should hate him for what he had done, or if I should hate myself for being a fae and his mate.
"It's the truth, I'm not Ember, and I don't know who she is," I said, my voice travelled through the air with tremors of lie and detachment.
"I don't believe you… Do you forget I can feel your emotions?"
I closed my eyes inhaling sharply, I began to walk closer to the door, only for strong arms to wrap around my waist.
My heart skipped a beat as his scent mixed with alcohol invaded my nostrils, my back pressed firmly against his well-chiseled chest, his form towering above me.
