“Continue. Forgive my interruption.” Peri sighed.
And Cyn did, as if her friend had never interrupted. “As soon as the rain began, I felt him behind me. Something happened then that had never happened to me before. It was as if this emptiness, which had always been inside of me called out to him to fill it.” She stopped and looked at Peri. Cyn’s forehead wrinkled as she frowned. “It was the first time I could remember feeling confused. I froze as I spun around to look at him. The mere sight of him took my breath away.”
“Sucks, doesn’t it?” Peri asked dryly.
“What does?”
“Finding out you were wrong all that time. We thought we didn’tneedanyone, that we were complete beings on our own. And now we’re finding out our mates are the final piece to complete our jacked up puzzle. Not cool, Cyn. Not. Cool.”
“Are you unhappy about Lucian?”
“Unhappy is too simple a description for all the things I am about Lucian. But we are not here to discuss my love life. We are here to wade through your deepest, darkest secrets in regards to Mr. Elf Prince.”
Cyn sighed. It seemed like the more involved she allowed herself to become with Thalion, the more she acted in uncharacteristic ways. She never used to sigh.
Cyn picked up her story. “The first thing he said to me was ‘you’re not a male’.”
Peri laughed. “Did you tell him that he shouldn’t judge a book by its cover? That would have confused the hell out of the dear prince.” Peri cackled.
Cyn’s lips turned up in a smile. “No, but I did tell him he wasn’t a strong drink or a warm bed. That seemed to take him aback.”
“I can only imagine how that must have sounded to him coming from you back then. You are a much different person then you once were. He probably couldn’t tell if you were being flippant or just stating a fact, as you often liked to do.”
Peri shook her head with a slight smile on her face. Cyn knew it amused the high fae to no end to irritate powerful males. It was a weird hobby for a high fae, but one that Cyn had gotten used to from her mentor over the years.
“So after the initial shock, I told him we should go somewhere dry to talk. I kept it short and to the point.”
“Naturally,” Peri quipped. “Do you keep it any other way?”
“I only spent about ten minutes total with him,” Cyn said, not bothering to acknowledge Peri’s question. “He attempted to ask me a few personal questions, but I simply bid him goodnight and reminded him that I would be checking in with him in a few months.”
“Bet that didn’t tickle his quiver at all. A female fae warrior dismissing the mighty Prince of the elves.” Peri was highly amused.
“He didn’t seem put out until I pulled a blade and held it to his neck.”
Peri sputtered as she stared wide-eyed at Cyn. “Wait. What?”
“I didn’t know he was the prince,” Cyn defended. “He never said, and you simply told me I was meeting an elvish representative.”
“You did meet a representative. It just happened to be the prince, as well.” Peri laughed.
“Glad I could entertain you,” Cyn grumbled—another thing she used to never do.
“Explain why you pulled a blade on Thalion, Warrior,” Peri said once she’d composed herself.
Cyn felt her cheeks flush, and she tried to will the reaction away. “He grabbed my wrist when I proceeded to get up and walk away. He said, ‘you can’t just leave now. We’ve only just met.’ I didn’t understand, or at least I was telling myself I didn’t understand what he meant. My knee-jerk reaction had been to neutralize the threat.”
“Neutralize the threat?” Peri sputtered. “Cyn, he was a man smitten, and you pulled your blade on him for it?”
Cyn shrugged. “I didn’t know he was smitten. I just thought he was being a pushy male.”
“That’s a fair assumption to make. After all,maleis the key word.” She let out a deep breath. “Now, pray tell, what was his reaction to the blade?”
Cyn couldn’t help the smile that came across her face. “He had his own blade drawn and pressed to my abdomen in the same instant.”
“Holy wolf bells, he really is perfect for you.”
“Holy wolf bells?”
