GRAYSON

“You’re kidding, right?” Belle asked.

“Not kidding, love. I wish I were. Everything in that prophecy is true.”

Belle turned, and I knew she would’ve tried to move away from me in a panic if I didn’t quickly cage her against the podium by pressing my body to the front of hers.

She stared at my chest, her gaze unfocused, her thoughts racing a million miles an hour. “A fairy. A fairy. Okay. I, um…” She let out a big breath. “Sorry, I’m just trying to process all of this.”

“That’s okay,” I said, trying to soothe her. “Take your time.”

“A fairy,” she repeated once again. “But what...