Gods, they were cute together.
Giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek, he slid his hand into hers and led her back to take a seat in the outdoor sofa across us, itscream color the perfect shade against the towering summer flowers of the garden.
“You have two sons?”
“They sure do,” Kaelun said, his love for them evident. “Galen and Sylas.”
Both the spring fae’s features lit up.
“You never talk about them,” I said.
“Well,” Myron said, “it seems that whenever we’re in your company, we’re all a little preoccupied.”
I snorted. Honestly, he was absolutely right. It was very rare for any of us to visit without an agenda or some sort of problem we were trying to solve.
“Oh Myron!” Fiora sat up straight, clasped her hands in delight, and looked between her lord and me.
“I know that look,” he said. “What has that beautiful mind of yours cooked up this time?”
It was Kaelun’s turn to lean over and whisper in my ear. “Remember when I called you the most eligible bachelorette?” He waggled his eyebrows at me, which looked utterly ridiculous on him.
“Shush, you,” Fiora said.
Looking to his aunt, he said, “Am I wrong?”
Confused as to what was going on, my gaze bounced between them, trying to understand their shorthand.
“What do you think?” Fiora said, addressing Myron. “Galen or Sylas?”
“Sylas,” both males answered in tandem so fast that Fiora looked affronted for a moment before considering. Then she nodded as if to herself. “Well, either way, Nyleeria, you’d love them.”
“If they’re anything like you two, I’m sure I would,” I said.
Taking the compliment with grace, Fiora slipped forward a little more like she was about to share a secret. “Don’t worry, they are both very handsome.”
Finally understanding what she was getting it, I got reacquainted with every shadeof red in a flash.
“Told ya,” Kaelun said, then silently mouthedeligible.
I swatted at him, which he dodged with a genuine laugh that filled the open garden.
“I will admit, Sylas and you would make a handsome couple, don’t you think?” she said, for Myon’s approval.
He pulled her closer and kissed her temple, but stayed silent on the matter.Smart male, I thought.
Trying to shift the subject before I somehow found myself in a conversation about a bride prize, I said, “How old are they?”
“Our eldest—Galen—just turned two hundred and fifty,” his father said with pride, “and Sylas turns two-hundred a week after Kaelun’s centennial.”
I sat there feeling the absurdity bubbling in the back of my throat that wanted to escape through laughter.Thiswas not normal conversation. And although a distant part of me registered the hypocrisy of how I was feeling given Thaddeus was older than both of themcombined, I couldn’t wrap my mind around her plotting a setup with someone who was nearly two hundred years older.
“Well, let’s see if my aversion to males goes away first,” I said, with an awkward laugh.
Fiora looked ready to interject, but Myron chimed in. “Let the poor girl be, my love. She has enough to deal with right now, let alone you lining up suitors for her.”
“Suitor,” Fiora corrected, then let out a small sigh. “But I get your meaning. Although, I would love if you came to us for a visit, Nyleeria.”
My chest filled with warmth as I said, “I’d love that very much.”
