He blinked.
Ah, answers. Sort of.
I wanted to ask him everything, but I had to take care with how I formed my questions. If a curse was controlling this court, it might not even want him to blink.
I didn’t want to lose Merrick. I didn’t want to lose Lorant. And that was the most bitter thing about this entire situation.
“It would be better if I didn’t care for either of you,” I said, sadness bruising my heart.
“Yet you do?”
A question, not Lorant’s usual drawling, snarly, cocky way of assuming everything. The vulnerability shadowing his eyes stunned and confused me. More facets of Lorant I wasn’t sure my heart could handle.
“I’m angry with you,” I said. “Still very angry.”
“I’ll keep that in mind when I grovel.”
Because he made me want to smile again, I smacked his arm. “Don’t tease.”
“While I do enjoy teasing you, everything I say and do contains a measure of truth.”
“Truth asyousee it.”
“Truth you’d do well to pay attention to.”
“Back to the curse. Why can I mention it without ramifications? I don’t blank out, staring off into the distance, and I don’t—” I gestured to the floor where, too short a time ago, he lay, nearly dying.
“Some people travel considerable distances to reach this court.”
I paused, trying to reveal the twist in his words. “You’re saying that I can speak of the curse because I’m not from Evergorne.” Or perhaps this continent. “But we’re all fae.”
“In one way or another. As for your earlier question, please delve deeper.”
“The question about you being two separate individuals or one who has been split?”
He blinked.
I tapped my chin. “We didn’t settle that yet, did we? Let me think about how to question you.”
“Is there a difference between spice cake and butter cake?”
What an odd thing to ask. “They have separate flavors, but they’re both still cake.”
He blinked.
Confused, I tipped my head back and spoke to the ceiling. “Cake is cake. Nothing else.”
“Are you sure?”
“You’re saying that you’re both cake but with different flavors?”
He blinked.
I pondered that for a moment before speaking. “I’ve only seen you at night. Him during the day. Two flavors of cake but still the same sweet confection.”
“I believe they left the sugar out of my share of the confection.”
My laugh spurted out.
