Astrid's Wish by A.J. Jarrett Page A

anyways. “I wish you would make love to me, right now,” he added.

    Astrid’s Wish
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    If wishing for something got him what he wanted, then so be it. He’d try anything to get Klaus to bed him.
    A surge of heat he hadn’t noticed before flared across his skin.
    Ignoring the odd feeling, he focused on Klaus’s reaction. The same glazed-over look covered his eyes. When he blinked, it was gone.
    Klaus took a couple deep breaths as he hovered over him.
    “Astrid, have you ever heard of fairies, or did Malcolm or Lucian ever say anything about fairies within your presence?” Klaus asked.
    “No,” he said, shaking his head. “Why are you asking me this? I don’t understand.”
    “When you made that wish, I felt the compulsion to do it.”
    “Huh?” he asked in disbelief. Klaus wasn’t making any sense.
    “Let me explain a little of the fairy history to you the best I can.
    Keep in mind they are extremely rare, as in, no one’s actually seen one in person in centuries, and for good reason. Fairies, as a whole, are considered the purest of beings, right up there next to angels.
    Their magic comes in the form of wishes. It’s magic without consequence. All fairies are good by nature. They couldn’t grant an evil wish even if they tried. Their magic won’t allow it.”
    Astrid stared blankly at him, unsure what all this meant for him. If fairies weren’t evil then what was the issue?
    “I can tell by the look on your face I’m not explaining this very well.” Klaus paused for a moment then began again. “Let’s say someone wishes for someone to die. A fairy literally cannot grant that wish. Even if the fairy wanted to, their magic wouldn’t work. And back in the day, before this became known to other paranormals, fairies were a sought-after commodity. Some paranormals believed they could have their own personal wishing machine that could grant them any of their heart’s desires, but they didn’t realize it didn’t work that way. Some fairies were tortured, some even slaughtered for what they couldn’t give to their captors.”
    “That’s terrible.” Tears started to trickle down his cheeks, but he didn’t have the energy to wipe them away. The cruelty of others never 70 AJ
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    seemed to end. Those poor fairies suffering at the hands of others for things they couldn’t control wasn’t right.
    “Angel.” Klaus turned Astrid to face him. “If I’m right and you have fairy blood running in your veins, we have a major problem.”
    “What kind of problem?” Astrid managed to ask past the lump in his throat. Would he ever get a break and just be allowed to live his life?
    “First off, I’ve never seen a mix of two species before. It just isn’t possible. So if you are, in fact, a hybrid, someone went to great lengths to create you. Mother Nature has checks and balances, and in all of existence there has never been a cross in species, ever. Second, fairies are beings of good, so their magic has no consequence, unlike a witch’s. Where a fairy cannot do bad things, a witch can. So, combine the two and you have a magical being that can now do any sort of magic without any backlash. So, in theory, if you wished for someone to die, they would, and there would be no consequence to you for doing it. Some paranormals will see this as a very bad thing and may want to seek you out to capture you to use for their own gain, and others will seek you out to kill you, considering you an abomination needing to be destroyed.”
    “Oh my god, I think I’m going to be sick.” His stomach began to heave. Bile burned the back of his throat as the acid from his stomach worked its way up his esophagus.
    “Angel, just breathe.” Klaus rubbed at his back in an attempt to calm him. “We will figure this out. You’re my mate. I will never let any harm come to you, I promise.”
    A cold sweat broke out across his skin. Klaus said fairies were rare and people would want him, even kill him, for what he was.