“In what way?”
“Well, other than the fact you want to wear a princess dress, you aren’t at all like the typical women I’ve been with. You’re down to earth and funny. You don’t care about silly, frivolous shit.” His eyes roamed my features again, a cocky grin lifting his mouth. “And you’re fucking hot. Even if a little too thin.”
I snorted and shook my head in humored exasperation.
“Really.” He pointed at the food on my plate, only half eaten. “You need to put more sustenence in your body. You eat like a bird.”
“My stomach is still adjusting to actually having food.”
“I know. I was trying to be polite about it.”
I chuckled then. “So, what are the perks of being a mate?”
“Other than you get to be with me?” He winked when I rolled my eyes. “You’re now immortal too. Only the seer or I can kill you. You’ll always come back to life.”
My jaw dropped, and I squealed, “Are you serious?”
“As a coffin.”
With shocked, wide eyes, I held up my right hand to him.
Laughter danced in his golden orbs as he high-fived me.
“Damn. I got a sweet deal,” I murmured.
He ran his fingers through his black hair. “How’s that?”
“Well, I fucked a seriously hot man. Became immortal while having an orgasm. And I get to fuck him anytime I want.” I pointed at myself. “Because you like me, and no man wants to piss off a woman they’ll be connected to for…eternity.”
He blinked. Stared.
I laughed and rubbed greedy hands together. “Does this mean your money is my money too?”
“Fuck.” His chest started shaking, attempting to contain his mirth. “You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” Innocent eyes.
He chuckled, grabbing at his chest. “Lord, help me.”
Gradually, my eyebrows puckered while his laughter died down. “Really though. How do we do this? Are we going to attempt to date each other?” I cleared my throat and rubbed at my forehead. “I don’t even know where to begin with that.”
His cheeks puffed out with a heady breath, and then he turned around, hollering, “Finn! Get your ass in here. We need some advice.” He turned back around in his chair and hitched his thumb over his shoulder toward the doorway. “He’s mated. He can help us figure this shit out. Because I’m pretty sure a funeral shouldn’t be our first real date, and that’s all I can think of.”
My nose crinkled. “We’re pathetic.”
“Eh, the magic picked well. Neither of us has any expectations.”
“Amen to that.” I held my hand up again.
He high-fived me once more, then stated, “And as far as your father goes, do you want to kill him or do you want me to do it?”
I blinked. “Wereallysuck—because that’s all I could think of for a first date.”
Rune stared a second before he twisted in his chair again. “Finn, goddammit, get in here!”
