Fun fact: carriages looked spectacular but were the worst transportation for butts.
“Where are we going?”
“That would be telling,” Donn said as his leg slid against mine.
I glared at his thigh and raised a brow. “That is inappropriate.”
“Then appropriateness has shifted in the years I’ve been absent.”
“Not even a god can halt time, so you need to catch up.”
He sighed and inched back a little, giving me the space I needed to breathe.
“You could have just,” I snapped my fingers, “transported us wherever we’re going.”
“You learn to savor that which amuses and fascinates when the stretch of time before and in front of you is endless.”
He was bored? And apparently, I was an amusing plaything.
I decided against idle chitchat. I didn’t want to bond or share secrets. I needed him for one thing, and one thing alone.
“You are quiet,” Donn said.
“I have nothing to say.”
“You are so unlike the majority of your generation.”
“How so?”
“They feel the need to fill every moment with their lives and experiences, and during the quiet, they switch to technology to null the void in their souls.”
Complex way of saying most of us had a social media addiction.
“It is humanity’s way of connecting, to share in their troubles and celebrate their wins. Not all of it is bad.”
Donn huffed. “If I were to reshape this world, I would remove it.”
“You said you have no interest in this world.”
“I don’t. But you do, and I am interested in you.”
Save me the dramatic declarations.
“Well, this is the first of three dates. I suggest you use them more wisely than disparaging everything my species has accomplished in the last few centuries.”
“You don’t have a species. You are utterly unique in that you have your foot in many worlds but belong in none.”
“I’m a special snowflake.”
“Indeed.”
His sincerity caused my head to snap up to face him. The shadows played across his sharp features, illuminated only by the moon kissing his skin. His lips curled as the carriage slowed and the bumpy ride finally quit, giving me hope feeling would return to my ass soon.
Donn opened the door and again, much like a gentleman of old, offered me his hand. I accepted and stepped out of the carriage straight into White Castle’s cemetery. Okay. Not the fancy restaurant I was expecting, but also not nearly far enough away from my mate to be comfortable. My stomach rumbled, reminding me that I was in fact hungry.
Donn led the way down a well cared for path lit by candles in hurricane jars. We wove between the tombs and stone statuesstretching toward the sky like they were offering the souls who resided beneath them a helping hand toward Heaven.
“This is unusual,” I muttered.
