The two females underneath my cousinscreamed.
Caspian whipped his head around from a pair of tits, his bare ass staring me in the face. “Trix! What the fuck! A little warning would be appreciated.”
The women grabbed desperately for blankets to cover themselves, doing a poor job of it, too. One of them pointed a finger at me, and she shouted, “Who the fuck is this?”
I dropped my traveling bag on the ground and sighed heavily, my emerald eyes holding my cousin’s dark blue gaze. I was too tired for this bullshit. I asked bluntly once more, “Is this an urge?”
“No.” Caspian leaned back on his knees and knocked the woman’s pointed finger down, away from me. His gaze narrowed as he calmed and looked at my weary face, and then his eyes swung to the two furious beauties before him. He hooked a finger over his shoulder. “It’s time for you to go.”
“Thank goodness.” I started walking to his closet to find him pajama pants.
“Are you jesting right now?” the vocal one screeched.
“Not in the slightest.” Caspian jumped off the bed, stalking in my direction. “You have two minutes to be out of here. Hurry the Fairy up.”
I stepped inside his closet and stared blindly at his clothes.
They were right there in front of me, and yet, I didn’t have the energy to lift my arms and sort through them for the pair I knew were his favorite—white linen, cut off below the knees, with worn holes in the legs. A real shit pair of pajamas, but he loved them dearly.
Caspian leaned over me and snagged a pair of blue pajama bottoms, his head of white hair flashing in my peripheral vision and then gone. Behind me, as he got dressed, he asked, “Do you want to tell me what happened?”
“I can’t,” I whimpered, so very tired of the lies.
He questioned evenly, “King Traevon?”
I sighed and dropped my head forward, my chin on my chest. “That situation has nothing to do with this.”
My cousin chuckled softly under his breath, still not pressuring me to turn around and look at him. “The headboard.”
“Fuck you.” He was too smart.
After a long moment, he asked with dark purpose, “How much trouble are you really in? Is it something I can help with?”
“No,” I whispered in terrible acceptance, only responding to one of his questions. Assassinating King Athon would not help the situation. I raised my head back up and blinked at his neatly displayed clothes. “There’s nothing you can do.”
Caspian pulled me back against his bare chest and enveloped me in his arms, placing his chin on top of my head. He faced us toward his room, which was thankfully now empty. With our bodies pressed close like dried mortar pasted us together, we walked to his bed and plopped down on top of the mattress, lying there haphazardly—and not giving a Fae shit.
“Caspian? I’m sorry you got in trouble for lying for me.” It wasn’t a question ofifhe had. It’d most assuredly happened.
“Our king wasn’t truly angry with me. He was simply worried. I only spent fifteen minutes in the dungeon while he questioned me. Although, he did say you weren’t allowed over here until he gave his approval.”
“That sounds like our king.” I snorted and picked at the sheet below us, held warm inside his comforting embrace. “Caspian?”
“Change your mind about me handling shit?”
“No.” I shook my head at his bloodthirsty ways. “I just wanted to know if these sheets need to be changed.”
“You are safe, Your Highness, from all bodily fluids.” My cousin laughed outright against the back of my head. “I met them at breakfast this morning. We were just getting started.”
“That is a relief. I don’t think I could get back up anyway, and that’s very disgusting to think about sleeping on.” I allowed my eyes to close on those words. “And I would have.”
He played with the sleeve of my new sweater. “Trix?”
“What?” I mumbled, almost asleep.
“Who gave you this?”
“Nice try,” I slurred, my body shutting down. “I’m going to pass out all day and all night. Stay with me?”
“For a while,” he assured. “Go to sleep.”
“Oh…and if any Fae comes for me in my sleep, kill them.”
Solemnly, he said his vow, “Always.”
