I make sure to ask my question directly, not wanting to give the Ancient a chance to avoid it. Keane’s hands on my thighs skim between my legs at the demand in my voice, the action drawing Hirovale’s gaze back into the water.
I frown at the touch, realizing that Keane hasn’t been shielding my body from the Ancient for some time now. Does sparring with Hirovale turn him on? Is he enjoying this?
“He is,” Hirovale looks back to me in confirmation, eyes twinkling again.
Keane smirks against the back of my hair.
You still haven’t answered my question,I lift a brow expectedly.
“They do know more than they let off,” Hirovale nods in response, “but they are a problem for another day. Though the information you gave about Isham…” he looks back at Storm as the bird cocks his head.
“Rivian,”he spits the word.
The air around us thickens with his distaste, the silver mist rising higher along the floor. I reach my hand over the tub again with my palm up, watching in fascination as the mist wraps itself around my fingers. Keane’s own hands between my thighs dart slowly inwards, making me shiver as Hirovale’s golden eyes turn from Storm to watch his mist greet me. I flick my fingers at the air, willing it away again, and watch in amazement as the silver pulls back and falls to the floor.
“I chose well,” Hirovale says quietly, eyeing the retreating air below him.
Keane takes a heavy breath behind me and brushes his fingers down my slit, my brows furrowing in confusion.
There’s no way…
No way he’s turned on right now.
I look at the Ancient in slight horror, knowing full well that he was right in his assessment. Keane is begging to touch me, and the spark of fire behind Hirovale’s golden eyes tells me he’s all but willing to watch as he does.
I scowl and clamp my legs shut to both men, then sigh in exasperation before I quickly fall under the water.
Bastards.
Keane may have experience in something like this but I damn sure don’t. And as much as my body will never say no to his touch, my mind is still grappling with the idea that he can be so open in front of the Ancient.
Is it a territorial thing? Claiming me in front of a being that so obviously likes to watch me? I know for certain he would never let anyonein his Court, in all of Disce, see me in this position, so why is he okay with Hirovale?
And why am I not more uncomfortable with it?
The Ancient’s laugh vibrates from above the surface as I hear him say something undiscernible to Keane. The Prince also gives a chuckle and flexes his hands between my closed thighs, replying with a mumble that I’m unable to make out.
I scowl at the duo and let the water hold me for a few moments longer before I push up violently from below. I straighten my legs and stand tall in the tub facing Hirovale, feeling the water drip down my body as I narrow my gaze.
“I’m done with this.”
Hirovale’s eyes slowly trail up my legs and past my hips, lingering on my breasts before they finally reach my own. He gives me a knowing smile and stands up with me, his eyes still dancing over my face in hidden amusement.
“Come back when you actually want to provide us with useful information, Hirovale,” I glare at him, “not these small nudges and your suggestions to knowing more. If you have the knowledge, share it.”
The Ancient’s golden eyes never leave mine as Keane stands to join us.
“Lean on Holis and Mana,” he nods, “when you cannot find the answers you are searching for from the King, lean on them. The twins, too, know far more than they let off.”
Hirovale’s breeze rushes over the room again as he takes a step back. He glances to Keane, eyes narrowing as if in reminder.
“Your intentions, King.”
“Soon,” Keane replies, giving the Ancient a small bow from behind.
Hirovale nods and walks towards the archway, though not before turning to eye the two of us over his shoulder. He grins at the sight of us standing in the tub, then takes his leave as he departs from the bathing room.
CHAPTER XVIII
