Kella (Black Jack's Curse #1)

“Oh,” she stood slowly, “I see you. Tall. Muscular. Beautiful.” The queen had never seen a more handsome Fae, and she'd been to almost every realm. And it was his beauty that he believed would get him through life and save him from every mistake he made.
His eyes were so bright green that it usually took the breath away from anyone who dared look in his direction. Those eyes, on a perfect face that was framed in the blackest hair of any Fae. Yes, she thought, she knew very well what the man looked like.
“And I see what you do, Jackson. You find a woman, but not soon after, you convince yourself that there might be one better out there. No matter how kind, giving, beautiful, or caring she is... there's one better. Right?” Jackson felt as if Kelsia could see right into his soul, because that was exactly what he thought.
“Yes.” He wouldn't lie. Not to his queen. “That's how I feel. I can't see myself settling down with a woman and then meeting the one of my dreams. That wouldn't be fair to anyone, would it?” Kelsia could only stare at him with curiosity as to how he'd lasted so long with so little sense. “I mean, love isn't something that I'd want to waste on someone who wasn't my soulmate.”
“Love? Soulmate? Do you even know the meaning of the things you speak of?” Jackson could only shrug, as love wasn't something he cared about right then.
“Yeah,” he smiled again, in a way that made her want to slap the humor from his brain, “love is finding the one that I'd actually want to have sex with all the time. You know, not get boring or make me wish I had someone else. So far,” his hands went up in surrender, “I haven't even come close to finding that.”
“My dear,” she walked so close to his side that he could almost feel the stark white silk sleeve of her gown, “I'm not sure it's you who needs to find love.” Jackson nodded quickly. Finally, his queen was starting to understand. “I think,” she leaned down and her breath danced up and down his ear as she whispered sweetly, “that there are so many women in the world who need to find love. And you're going to help them.”
Jackson's mouth opened as he tried to question her meaning, but his world moved too quickly. His hands went out to grab the thick ancient table in front of him, but it faded from existence before his eyes.
Queen Kelsia walked slowly back to her chair before taking a look at the empty seat that Jackson no longer lounged upon. She had no idea that morning that she'd make such a big decision regarding one of her own, but she felt confident in what she'd done.
“Humans call people like you... dogs. Well,” she smiled and raised her glass to Jackson's new role, “you might as well truly be one.”