He hummed evilly. “Just as I did not want to hear you make plans for the night with the fucking Shifter King, of all people.” He quirked a red brow. “Are we understanding each other, daughter?Pleasedo keep your business private. Far, far away from me.”
I sighed wearily and looked back over my shoulder, where my soul mate was trailing behind us. “I do not think he likes you, shifter.”
“The feeling is entirely mutual.” King Athon’s plush lips quirked up on one side in a wicked smirk. “Ask your father what took us so long in the bathroom at the Merfolk Kingdom.”
Curses flew fast and harsh from Father’s mouth.
I sighed once again and returned my attention to the stairs. “I do not believe I want to know.”
King Athon laughed harshly. “I believe you are correct. It wasfoul.”
As Father opened the door to the common area of High Pointe, he sent a scathing glare at my soul mate. “You have broken your word twice now that you would not say anything.”
King Athon’s lips twitched. “Queen Alora thought I was lying. And you just told your daughter what I said was true.”
“Pretty, manipulative words do not work with me.” He waved for us to precede him into the empty area, the space once again shut down for business when we were supposed to be here. “Let us just forget that incident ever happened. We will get along better for it.”
I shook my head in exasperation and walked through the doorway. They were ridiculous. “King Athon, do not humiliate my king. That salmon did taste sour.”
“Fine, deny me my entertainment.” King Athon followed me into the brightly lit space, the domed ceiling so tall one would have to tilt one’s head all the way back to view it. He peered back over his shoulder where King Traevon shut the door to the royal, private section and smirked at him, before casting his gaze on mine. “But I shall tell you one thing that occurred, elf. It is too humorous not to. King Traevon had just flushed—” His words instantly cut off at the sight before us now.
Butterflies.
