“Well, we have all night.” He jerks his head towards the bed.
I’m tired, and there is nowhere else to sleep, although I’d have been happy in the bathtub. “Maybe I’ll tell you another time. So tell me, what are you trying to do here? I mean, I can’t help you without knowing what kind of information you need and what for?”
I walk to the bed and lie down on the end, but it’s barely big enough for the two of us, even with me right on the edge. He’s too close.
I turn my head to look at him. He’s even more handsome up close…
“Well, there’s no harm in telling you since you’re my little helper now. My name is Keiran Kaldor, the Commander of the Western Army of King Varkhazan, and I’m here to reclaim control of Varindor and to kill the Sea King Morcant.”
There are several things I was expecting him to say, but thatwas not one of them.
A Close Call
Kai
With every passing moment, I feel like I’m missing something. My declaration of my mission shocked her more than I assumed it would. There’s fear in Siralaine’s eyes, fear that I’ve only ever seen in the eyes of an enemy.
So what the fuck am I missing?
Her hair is naturally dark, so she can’t be a sea siren. If she were, I would have to take the life of my own mate.
After my statement, she had simply nodded and turned her back to me, but I could still hear her heart thumping violently.
Her story still doesn’t add up… water fae usually have blue or grey eyes. There’s something about her that she’s hiding. Let’s say I believe her, and sheisa water fae. She said her family home overlooks the sea, meaning there must be a way to bypass Morcant’s security if it’s through allied territory.
But every word from her lips is laced with secrets…
I now turn on my side as I settle down beside her. Her scenthits my nose, and I resist inhaling it. She smells too good, and it’s distracting.
What are you hiding from me, little mate?
I lay there, knowing I won’t get any sleep tonight, not when there’s someone so close to me. I trust no one; I can’t. Not when I have many enemies.
I rest my head on my arm, looking at her back. In the dark, her silhouette is outlined perfectly. Reaching over, I brush her hair out of the way so I don’t tug on it, and place my arm over her waist, pulling her flush against me.
Siralaine gasps, stiffening in my arms. “What are you doing?”
“I wasn’t worried that you might fall off if that’s what you think. I’m just making sure you don’t try to run,” I say quietly. “Now go to sleep.”
She remains tense, but her body feels good pressed against mine… There might be other reasons why I won’t get any sleep tonight.
“I don’t think you were worried,” she mumbles.
“Oh yeah?” I whisper huskily. “What do you think then?”
She doesn’t reply, and I brush my fingers lightly across her stomach.
“N-nothing…” she breathes.
You can try to fight me, darling, but it won’t get you far…
I close my eyes, my fingers drawing light circles over her shirt. She places a hand over mine, a weak attempt at stopping me, but she isn’t resisting me. I brush the tips of my fingers down over the curve of her stomach, smirking when I feel her press her thighs together.
“I already told you, I’d rather die,” she snaps suddenly,becoming rigid as she rolls onto her stomach, and turns her head to look at me, frowning.
I resist a smirk; she looks rather cute right now. “Well, we both know that option is still open.”
I keep my arm firmly around her waist as she scoffs and turns her face away from me once more, but she stays on her stomach.
