“He’d love her more.”Desmond said.
Delaney nodded.
“So you celebrate this awful story?”
Bane nodded.“It’s her birthday.”
I blushed at the word, because I’d never given much thought to my birthday.Even after I’d learned of the festival, I hadn’t thought much of it.I’d assumed it was just coincidence, but as Bane said the words, something inside of me shifted.
“When is this?”Desmond asked.
“July twentieth,” Bane said, picking up my toast and spreading some strawberry jam on one piece, then buttering the other.He carefully placed them on top of one another, just the way I liked.
I’d never told him I liked it this way, but I supposed he must have picked up on it over the last few weeks.
And as I sat there, mind spiraling, my consort-to-be was buttering my toast as the Dark Fae Prince looked at me in question.
“Your birthday is the twentieth of this month?”He pressed, his eyebrows furrowed.
“Yes.It just so happens my mother had planned for the festival to be?—”
“How old are you?”Desmond asked, quicker then.
“I will be twenty-one,” I said, then took a bite of my toast.
“My birthday is also the twentieth of July,” he said calmly.
Silence befell us.
“How old are you?”Delaney asked.
Desmond sat back in his chair, his stature poised and regal as he looked pointedly at Delaney.
“I will be twenty-one.”
My blood chilled at his admission.
Desmond and I were born on the same day?
The same year?
A Fae Princess and a Dark Fae Prince?
What were the odds?
“Twinsies.Nice,” Norman said, pulling our attention.
“Anyway, the queen, uh, requested we venture into town to pick up the barrels of whiskey for the festival here, among some other things.”
“And just how, pray tell, are we supposed to travel there?”Desmond asked.“I have not seen any form of transportation since I arrived.I?—”
“Mirrors, of course?”Wanda scoffed.“Don’t you use mirror travel in ‘the nOg?”she asked.
Desmond brushed some hair back.“Mirror travel is so...archaic.”
“And how do you travel, Dezzy?”Delaney asked.
He glared at her.“That isnotmy name.”
