“Most assuredly, that is ano.”
“Hmm.” I rubbed the soft sweater between my fingers, content that she was now talking once more. I asked, “How did you know that I ate the seed?”
She stated innocently, “What else would you do with a Seed of Creation? You would plant it within your body to grow.”
I snorted. “And how did you know that?”
“I am a great guesser.”
I tapped my fingers on her stomach, waiting.
Princess Trixie growled softly. “Fine! I read some of your book before Bishop took it from me.”
That was a lie, too. She would have needed to readallof the tome to put the pieces together. But it was a decent lie this time, much better than that first attempt to deceive me.
What was she hiding…
I asked calmly, “Has a Fae been in contact with you?”
“No.” She snorted.
This made no sense.
I only knew that specific flower was needed, because of one small passage in the SEED OF CREATION book:The pink petals of a lady’s garden open for the one who cries in the night.
I released my hold and rolled onto my back, stuffing my hands under my head, and stared at the ceiling.
Perchance, I was looking at this wrong.
My eyes flicked to the side, watching my soul mate.
If that passage was taken literally…she might fit the role.
I looked back to the ceiling as my brows puckered.
Did she cry in the night?
What would she have to cry about?
My soul mate had everything that could be desired.
I held completely still, only moving to breathe, waiting for her to fall asleep. It did not take long, her mind and body exhausted from the day’s events. I listened to her deep, even breathing for a few more minutes, and then I raised myself on one of my arms slowly, leaning my head over hers. I studied the side of her face.
There were no tears.
My mouth thinned as I lay back down onto my back, grunting softly in surprise when she followed, her tiny body rolling over toward me. I watched as she mumbled in her sleep, tossing her arm over my stomach, and squirming a leg over my thigh, snuggling as close as she could. I blew out a breath when one of her hairs landed on my lips, her head resting on my shoulder.
I sighed and stared at the ceiling again.
I had an elf clinging to me like a monkey.
Never would I have thought this to be my future.
After a moment, I wrapped my arms around her body, holding my bothersome soul mate safely within my arms, inhaling jasmine so deeply it penetrated my mind—tiny, white flowers dancing behind my eyes when I closed them.
But my eyes flew open abruptly, wetness cooling my skin.
I jerked my head up and stared down at her face, only inches away from mine. A lone tear track marred her features, trailing from the corner of her eye down to my chest. I stared and gently brushed my thumb against her cheek, scrubbing the sadness away.
Emerald elven eyes fluttered open, blinking sluggishly at my hand lying on my chest in front of her face. She slurred, “Did you say something, shifter?”
“No,” I answered quietly, scrutinizing her features closely. “But what were you dreaming about just now?”
Princess Trixie’s eyes fell closed, mumbling almost incoherently, “My father.” She fell back asleep before she stopped speaking.
I rested my head back on my pillow.
I closed my eyes. The flower could stay with her.For now.
