I swallowed hard. I had. I’d accepted his proposal. I should be thrilled, but there was a stone in my throat, preventing me from saying anything.
“There’s so much we need to discuss, so much we have to do.” He stepped away, a brilliant smile lighting his face up. “We need to tell the Pack, get them ready to formally accept you. Let’s do it soon, Evie. In the next few weeks, okay?”
I nodded dumbly.
He kissed me again, so thoroughly my knees went out from under me. Caelan gripped me around the waist, devouring my mouth.
“We need to tell your father,” he murmured against my lips.
“Can you tell me about Thalia now?”
“Not until we’re married. We can do it sooner if you really want to know. Maybe even tomorrow. How do you feel about that?”
I shook my head. “No. Not that soon. I need time to get some things together.”
He kissed me again. “I hate to do this, but I need to run back to the Keep.” His nostrils flared.
“This—this is going to be great, Evie. I’ve wanted this for so long. I know there’s a lot to work out, but we’ll figure it out, okay?”
I nodded, unable to form any words.
“I’ll be back later tonight.”
“No,” I said hoarsely. “I’m supposed to go to dinner with Moira, and we plan on having a few drinks.”
Forcing a smile, I pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “And with this news, the celebration might go on longer.”
Caelan’s eyes glittered. “Tomorrow then. Take the day off, and I’ll be over in the morning.”
I nodded again, feeling like a bobblehead doll.
One more kiss and he was out the door.
I sank onto the couch and let out a heavy sigh.
I was getting married. How had that happened?
What was wrong with me?
I wanted to marry Caelan before, but I had too many secrets to accept his proposal. Now, I was all in, and I couldn’t help but feel like this was rushed, like maybe Caelan had seen a way to keep me from asking too many questions about Thalia and took the easy way out.
He’d gotten what he wanted, and I’d received no answers.
He was still lying to me, but he swore I’d get answers when we were married. But we weren’t mated, and if the bond wasn’t there, he could still lie to me whenever he wanted to. I wouldn’t be able to sense when he was untruthful.
The thought didn’t sit well with me.
Shaking my head, I got up to fix myself a sandwich. I wasn’t hungry, but we’d be expending a lot of energy tonight, and I needed to refuel.
For now, I’d table his proposal and think about it tomorrow.
Tonight, I was about to break into a swan Keep.
Chapter
Thirty-Five
“You didn’t say the Keep was Rapunzel’s tower,” I hissed. “How the fuck are we supposed to get up there?”
