Once more, she cleared her throat. “When you have a moment, it would be appreciated if you could fix the issue.” A quiet pause, and then she added, “There are washcloths on the vanity should you need them.”
Horror and embarrassment had my voice warbling, “Thank you for letting me know! I will get that cleaned up quickly.”
“See that you do,” she muttered dryly, and then sheknockedon the door once more in farewell, her footsteps stomping in the hallway as she left.
Bishop’s shoulders shook horribly above me, the damned shifter snorting and choking as his cheeks puffed out with restrained laughter.
“This is not humorous,” I hissed and slapped at his side. “This is embarrassing as shit.”
Bishop waggled his dark brows at me. “I fucked you good, elf.”
“Too good.This is dreadful.” I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut. “Oh, the Fae damned ironies.”
The shifter snorted so hard his forehead bashed against mine, the brute unable to control himself any longer, letting loose the deepest belly laughs.
Champion of an elf:
I never expected that.
But perhaps I should have.
Next time, I will listen better.
After all, it is never too late to learn.
That would be much better than unexpected surprises like grisly specters smiling at you in the moonlight.
The moon was high in the dark, night sky, and the interior dining room was lit brightly and merrily…while utensils scraped loudly and abrasively on plates as if decorum had been all but forgotten.
No one was speaking. Not a word.
Though, gazes were cast about.
It was the most humiliating dinner of my life as my king glared daggers between my soul mate and me. Minnie chewed her food too delicately. Father leaned his forehead on his hand and rubbed his forehead worryingly. And the Fae dragon shifter watched on with extreme amusement.
Thank fuck King Athon wasn’t at dinner.
I sipped at my wine and wished away the horrid blush that hadn’t left my face since I’d exited the guest bedchamber and went to work on dismantling thenumerousanddangerousicicles coating the castle walls.
When my wine ran out in my cup, Bishop helpfully refilled my glass, quite comfortable and relaxed on his chair, eating with one hand and the other arm draped over the back of my chair.
Helookedlike a smug bastard right now.
But King Traevon suddenly pointed his knife at us and spoke for the first time since sitting down—the first person to speak, “You almost killed two of my guards!” The knife went waving crazily in the air. “Howin the realm were you so careless?”
Minnie snorted hard, choking on her tiny bite. She instantly patted at her chest and murmured demurely, “I believe he was otherwise engaged, love.”
“No shit,” my king growled hotly, glaring hard at my soul mate. That knife stabbed in his direction. “Because of him and his prowess.”
“Oh…fuck,” I moaned under my breath. “It will not happen again, my king.”
Staring innocently at her plate, Minnie snorted once more and took a delicate bite of potatoes.
Father rubbed harder at his forehead. “Caspian, this could be a problem.”
“Separate them.” The Fae dragon shifter bit into a large bite of steak and chewed with relish. “It’ll work until their…kinks…are slogged out.” He smirked at my fast glance, and he tapped on his right ear. “I havefantastichearing, elf.”
My damnable blush burned hotter.
