Delaney held her hands up to Bane and I.
“It’s fine, I’ll be fine.”She did not wait for our assurance, our permission.She took off after the Dark Fae Prince, her heels clicking on the stone floor.
When they’d disappeared, Wanda cursed.She hissed at Bane.“Good job, asshole.Did you not payanyattention in Fae History 101?”
Bane growled as Norman stepped between them, two of his tentacles pushing them both apart.
“Easy, Wanda, Bane was only trying to protect Violet.”
“Thank you,” Bane said, glancing at Norman before glaring at Wanda.
“I was not in danger!”I said, turning to face him.
“Oh, please!”Bane bristled, his eyes glowing with jealousy.
He wasjealous.
I wasn’t sure how to process such a thing.I’d only just met Desmond, there was nothing to be jealous about!
“I can not believe you right now!”I growled in frustration.
Wanda rolled her eyes.“Like I said.Men are idiots.”
“I would do it again,” Bane said.“Now he knows what’s mine.”
I shook my head.I needed air.Real air.Everything felt like it was far too much to be dealt with at the moment.
“I need space,” I said as I stepped away from Bane.I did not miss the way his eyebrows furrowed or the way his lips turned upside down.
“Violet—”
“No, do not follow me right now, Bane.I need to breathe.I need?—”
“We should go, Bane.”Norman’s voice infiltrated the tense space.
“I’ll walk with you,” Wanda said too quickly.
“Violet, come on, baby...”
“We will discuss this further tomorrow.”
And with that, I headed for my quarters, Wanda flanking me.I wanted to turn around and look at Bane.Wanted to tell him everything would be fine, but the truth was I didn’t know that it would be.
Things were...delicate at best, where the Dark Fae were concerned.Though I didn’t truly know what Desmond’s family was really doing at the castle, I knew enough to know that Bane’s actions could very well start a war.
He could have seriously damaged things all because what?
He wasjealous?
If he could not handle Desmond now, on the premises of the castle, how would he handle being at Blackthorn for a semester with him?
And for worse, if he could not handle a prince beingpolitewith me, how would he handle another male in my presence when I was queen?
Would he strike every diplomat and bang on his heavy, sexygancanaghchest and declare me his like I was some sort of property?
It all felt too much, and I couldn’t breathe.
Wanda’s lithe form sauntered beside me, a chill emanating from her like a fresh ocean breeze.
