“-There is no use fighting, Alex,” he looks back at me with a seriousness, eyes scolding mine as ifIwere the child here.
“At times,” he nods, giving me a small wink.
I fume and lift both of my hands, pushing the water back at him so that the liquid crashes against his forever amused face.
“I stand corrected,” the Ancient laughs hard, falling back on the heels of his feet as he twists his hand in the air, “mosttimes.”
“I hate you,” I scowl, though silently marvel at how easily his magic makes the water disappear from his body.
“Yes,” Hirovale nods, still grinning, “but you will come to love me.”
Keane reaches for me again, his hands moving off my shoulders and down to my hips. He pulls my body back into his as his cock pulses againstmy ass, his fingers digging into the crease of my hips before they flatten against my thighs.
I lean back and turn to look into his brown eyes in question, shifting from the simple touch that already leaves me breathless. Keane smiles and tilts his lips down to the side of my temple, his tongue darting out to my ear before he whispers in soft caress.
“Tell him of tonight. Of what you saw on Isham.”
I shiver in his hold and look back at the Ancient.
“The Prince’s hair was the same as his brother’s on the night in the Plains. I see it move.”
Both Hirovale and Storm look sharply in my direction, their gold and yellow eyes watching me as they consider my words.
“Tell me exactly what you see,” Hirovale responds after a long pause.
“The braids on the Princes,” I hold his gaze, “they are snakes. Isham introduced me to one of them tonight. It had the same name as the Ancient Rivian.”
Stormfall caws as Hirovale’s brows furrow, his glance turning stern. “Whatever you do, Alex, do not look into the snake’s eyes.”
Keane’s hands at my hips dip to the insides of my thighs as he sits up against me. I nod at the Ancient and then tilt my head back to my Prince, giving him a half smile.
“Keane said the same thing tonight. But it’s already happened. I looked into its eyes.”
Hirovale doesn’t hide his surprise as he looks at Keane, “how long?”
“Too many breaths,” Keane grimaces, “she was in a trance.”
“And the snake released you after that while?” Hirovale looks back at me with concern etched into his features.
I shake my head, “it felt like I was only looking at it for a blink, but it was Keane’s summoning that released me. I felt his power. It pulled me away.”
Hiro takes a deep breath and lets his gaze move between the two of us in thought. He finally nods to Keane in small appreciation before his glance turns hard.
“This would not have happened if Stormfall was present. I gift him to you for a reason.”
Stormfall caws again, his yellow eyes darting between Keane and I.
Keane’s hands skim the inside of my thighs, gripping them tightly as he pulls the two of us back against the tub.
“That was my decision and mistake,” he bows his head deeply to the Ancient from behind, “we will not hide Storm any longer.”
Hirovale eyes the Prince before his gaze darts into the water. He looks at Keane’s hands on the inside of my thighs, then averts his glance back to Stormfall.
“The Leviathans we met tonight know more than they let off,” I watch the Ancient, “they all but alluded to knowing we had Storm without seeing him, tonight and in the Bulwark Plains.”
Hirovale nods and runs a hand down Storm’s back.
“How?”I press,“how do they know?”
