Things are easier when emotions aren’t involved.
“Carnal?” Lilith repeats, her brows high.
“Speaking of, entertain my curiosity, Lilith,” I say as I reclaim my silverware and cut into my eggs. “Is Fenryn in proportion? And ifso, congratulations.”
Lilith’s expression grows confused as Eve slowly swings a pair of wide, ice blue eyes in my direction.
“You… are… not,” Eve says, her voice firm.
“You can’t tell me you haven’t thought—”
“I can assure youI haven’t,” Eve interjects wildly.
“I don’t understand.” Lilith’s eyes bounce between Eve and me.
“You don’t want to,” Eve shoots at her, but keeps her eyes locked with mine.
“I asked delicately,” I say with a shrug. “Thought that would be enough.”
“No, Ves, it isn’t enough,” Eve counters, her tone sharp. “Because it’snot somethingyou should ask.” The last few words tumble from her in a heated rush.
Lilith opens her mouth.
And Eve is quick to point her fork at her. “I swear to the gods if you answer her Lilith, you will wear your breakfast,” she declares. “I donotwant to spend my meal hearing aboutthat fae’s crotch.”
Lilith slams her jaw shut, eyes wide, and the delicate pink stain across her cheeks returns, growing brighter than before.
“So itisa delicacy thing,” I say, mostly to myself.
“Sweet mother of the moon,” Lilith whispers.
“Do we really have to bring her into this?” I drawl flatly, annoyed by the mention of my absent mother. “Either way, good for you. Enjoy him,” I add offhandedly, pushing my annoyance aside.
Lilith makes a few incoherent sounds.
“Stop, you’re going to kill her,” Eve says, fighting against the creeping smile on her face. “Well-bred fae like her aren’t equipped to handle conversations like this.”
“Neither are you!” I laugh.
“I’m more than happy to talk about women all day,” Eve counters in a rather sly, boastful manner. “Males, on the other hand, disgusting.”
She launches her balled up silk napkin at me. It unfurls and falls short, blanketing a cluster of white lilies.
“Fair enough,” I reply with a shrug. I look to Lilith. “Forget I asked.”
She stares at her plate. Brows high. Lips pursed. Cheeksblazingpink.
With a scoff, Eve returns to her meal, inspiring me to do the same. Despite wanting Lilith’s silence earlier, having it now, I feel guilty.
“When do you marry?” I ask quietly.
I imagine there’ll be a ceremony or ritual or celebration Ryc and I will have to attend. Another gathering of fae. I pin my slight smile in place.
Her chest heaves with a deep inhale. “That’s loosely what I wanted to talk to you about,” she says, meeting my stare.
My brows furrow.
“Rowen and the news he brought changes the timeline of things for us a bit,” she says.
