Roran was back again, climbing up into the bed, and pulling sheets over us.
I fell asleep safely tucked between them.
Chapter Twenty-Three
~ Gwynnore ~
I scrolled through my phone with quick jerks of my finger, not really reading anything in front of me. My blue eyes continued to flick to the back of our bedchamber’s closed door, and then back to my cellphone. I was tempted to bring in Cracked-and-Nosy just for entertainment.
Two more days had passed of doing nothing.
Searching with no outcome.
Stuck in this fucking castle and looking over my shoulder at every unusual sound—and there wasa lotof weird shit that happened in a druid’s stronghold.
I was going stir-crazy while the Overlords left every day for Challenges, without the means to even speak about them with me later in the evening. Damn law. Three Challenges had passed, all with Master Niallan completing them. I knew he was done with today’s because his mother’s eyes in the painting had started blinking so fast she might as well have taken flight by her eyelashes alone.
That had been an hour ago.
I kept scrolling on my phone.
There was nothing else to do.
The door to our room finally opened—fifteen minutes later. I jumped to my feet and stuffed my phone into the back pocket of my black leather pants. I shoved a finger at the closest window, and growled, “We are going out tonight! It sounds like a party in the village, and I want to get the fuck out of here for a few minutes.” Or an hour. Or three.
The Overlords halted in place. Shocked and mute.
The door swung shut behind them.
I waggled my finger at the window. “I. Need. To. Go. Out.”
Lord Xenon cleared his throat and glanced at the other lords. “I believe her majesty would like to go out tonight. I’m not positive, but I think she’s had enough of this room. What do you think?”
My eyes narrowed. I crossed my arms.
Lord Pippin’s lips trembled. “It’s a possibility.”
“A strong possibility.” Lord Belshazzar tapped a finger on his lips while his eyes glimmered with mischief. “Isn’t there a party happening in the village, my lords? I think I heard that somewhere. Maybe she’d like to do that?”
Lord Otto swayed his hips in quick jerks. “Sounds like dancing music to me out there. I doubt she’d want to do that.”
“Oh, for the love of God.” I tossed my hands up into the air. “You’re all absurd.”
Lord Cato lifted a finger up. “I said not a word,darling. Do not group me in with them.”
I tapped my right foot. “So, can we go to the party? Or would you like to crack a few more jokes at my expense, my lords, before you decide if I’m a prisoner in this castle for another fucking minute?”
Lord Otto snorted. “We should probably change our clothes before she decides to castrate us.”
Lord Belshazzar grunted. His lips curved up at the edges as his eyes drifted down my body. “She is dressed for a good time.” A black eyebrow lifted. “Your majesty, are you planning to have agood timetonight?”
“Maybe, my lord.” I rolled my eyes when Master Niallan’s mother started blinking like crazy. I turned and pointed a finger straight at her face. “That was not an open invitation for you, asshole. I haven’t decided who I’m going to have agood timewith tonight. So fuck off.” I shrugged a shoulder. “For now, anyway.”
Business was business. And I had no real leads where I’d searched so far. The druid’s private bedroom still needed to be explored. And I was running out of time here…
Lord Otto exploded with a deep laugh. “I really need to get that on camera sometime.”
Lord Cato hissed, “Don’t even fucking dare.”
