I hissed like a beast, pissed off.
I grabbed my stomach and tried to will the queasiness to go away, remembering King Athon’s rude comment about me learning to hold it down. I gulped in the fragrant air before me and focused on an individual tile on the wall.
My bathroom door banged open.
Caspian rushed inside just as the quake ended. He landed on his knees right in front of my toilet…and proceeded to throw up everything he must have had for the last several days based on how long he spewed.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Fucking Fae, don’t breathe in his stench.
I stuck my face down into the bubbles, each one popping around my face, andbreathedthere.
Caspian coughed and spat into the toilet. “There is something not right with these earthquakes.”
I managed a decent reply—holding myself together, “You’re right. It interrupted my bath time. Now, get out. And flush the damned toilet.”
“My apologies that I got sick,” he griped.
“Ugh. Just go. It smells gross in here now.”
He snickered, enjoying that far too much—the smarmy rat. The toilet flushed, and soon the bathroom door slammed behind him. Outside the door, he stated, “Make sure your hair is dry before you come to bed. I don’t want you flicking it in my face.”
I rolled my eyes and lifted my head. “I’ll put it in a Fae damned bun, all right?”
“Thank you, Trix!” he called sweetly.
I leaned my head back and stared at the bubbles before me.
Because… well, because this was serious.
Caspian had felt the power in the earthquake. And if memory served correctly, on my birthday, he had thrown up then, too. My cousin was even more powerful than I had thought.
I swished my hand under the water, thinking about this firsthand information. It wasn’t a negative that he was this powerful, not necessarily. Not with the situation I was currently in with my soul mate. If the Fae didn’t eventually reverse this soul mating or if they killed me for the offense, then Caspian could rule—the elves would be safe. But for now, my father didn’t need to know about this.
King Traevon might consider his nephew a threat.
I would keep my mouth shut until I needed to open it.
Even so, it was interesting…
I finished my bath, put my hair up into a bun, and found a nightgown in my large bathroom closet. Brushing my teeth with clean water, that I didn’t need to worry about using too much of, felt like a special treat. I sighed in contentment as I flopped down onto my bed…where a certain elf had already stolen the covers.
I yanked on the edge—and maybe kicked him. “I’m freezing, Caspian. Give me some blanket.”
He grumbled in his sleep, but let his grip loosen, though his eyes opened, and he mumbled absently, “Don’t let me forget. I must talk to the king tomorrow.”
“Why?” My red brows scrunched as I fluffed the blanket.
“I ran into some trouble getting home.”
“Itoldyou to behave on your travels.”
“It wasn’t my fault. They attacked me.” He yawned.
“Are they dead?” I blinked.
“Hush.” Caspian’s eyes dipped closed again, out cold.
