“Did you think I would just leave you?” The corner of his lips tilted in that sensual way that made my stomach summersault, the dimple on his chin flaring to life. “You are not getting rid of me, Natasha. I’m a patient man. I’ll be close, waiting, until you are ready for me...”
My stomach dipped with his implication, making my wolf brush against my skin, sayingshewas ready. His grin intensified, knowingly.
“See you later,Meu coração.” Grabbing the helmet that rested between his legs on the thrumming motorcycle, he put it on and kicked the motorcycle’s pedal, making it roar before taking off down the street… leaving us.
My heart raced when I saw him disappear among the cars, not sure if the sight was exhilarating or petrifying. A whimper echoed in my chest; my wolf once more complaining.
“I hear you, sister.”
“What is he speaking?” I asked Vanessa, frustrated because I couldn’t understand what they were saying.
“Portuguese. My brother and I are originally from Brazil.”
Frowning, I glanced at her, dreading that what I was about to say might be the stupidest question ever. “How many languages are there? I thought all Humans spoke English.”
Laughter escaped her but she immediately caught herself. “Sorry, I’m not laughing at you, that’s just a funny question. There are thousands and thousands of languages across the history of the world. Some are extinct now, no longer spoken. Others used every day by people all around the world.”
Thousands and thousands of languages?! I was shook.
“My endearments to you are in Italian since I was born and raised inMatera, Italy,” Dante explained, “but I speak five different languages, aside from Ancient Greek, thanks to my exceptional magical ancestry.”
“Bjorn speaks the language of the Fae, but I’m not sure what they call it. Gaelic, maybe?” Vanessa seemed to ask herself but shrugged. “He also speaks Old Norse from his Vikings day.”
“AndPrince Hannesspeaks German as well as English, of course,” Dante added, conspicuously pronouncing the Wolf Shifter’s name, and then watching for my reaction.
To my horror, my wolf perked up instantly, fluttering my heartbeat. “He’s a prince?”
“Notaprince.” He shook his head. “TheWolf Shifter Prince,” the Dark Witch specified, lips twitching.
Vanessa rolled her eyes. “Okay, let’s go. We’ve been standing here for too long and I need to get to class.”
Processing everything, I nodded. “Wait. What did D say before he left? What did he call me?”
A warm expression softened her face. “I’ll let him tell you that himself. Fair?”
No! “Fair.” Sighing, I turned to face Dante. “Please tell me you don’t have a motorcycle too. I don’t think I can get on one of those things.”
He smirked, lifting a defiant brow. “Do I look like I drive myself anywhere?”
Okay, he had a point.
Right on cue, an elegant black car parked next to us, and a man dressed in a suit, hat, and gloves got down, opening the door while bowing to Dante. “My lord…”
“Thank you, Ralf. After you,” Dante offered me, and I complied without a second thought. Vanessa followed, with Dante getting in last.
My nose and cheeks became wonderfully frosty after sticking my head through the window as we drove along the city. Tall buildings, streets bustling with people, huge adornments, red flowers, and colorful light bulbs were placed everywhere. Thelights weren’t on, but their delightful hues still enlightened my soul.
“What are those?” I pointed to a giant red and white hat being hung from a building.
“Aww, I love Santa’s hat,” Vanessa replied giddily. “Those are Christmas decorations.”
I didn’t know who Santa was, but surely, he was a supernatural too because that hat was freaking huge.
“What is that building?” I whispered, taken aback by the breathtaking, and unusual architecture. Its wide double doors seemed to have people carved on them. It was remarkable.
“St. Patrick’s Cathedral,” Dante answered this time, just as the car turned the corner, taking us away from it.
A cathedral… that sounded familiar. “Is that a place of worship for the humans’ God?”
