“I’m really sorry.” His blush told me he was.
“The least you can do is tell me how you feel about me now.”
Soon, his skin tone lost its red tint. “How about I show you instead?”
“You’re good with words.”
He brushed the edge of my sharp, no longer discolored cheekbone, my rapid healing having kicked in the moment I’d landed in Neverra. “I’m also good with my hands.” As though to support that claim, he ran his fingers down my bare spine, bumping against the tie of my bikini top. “And my tongue.”
He was. He was also good at changing the subject when it suited him. Instead of pushing him like he’d just pushed me, I said, “Forget I asked. I know you like me, and that’s enough for now.” I kissed his sinking smile.
He pressed away from me. “Amara, I’ve been away from you for an hour, and it’s been the fucking loneliest hour of my life.”
My heart performed a tiny somersault.
“I’m way past love. And the insecure fae that I am was afraid you weren’t there, yet.”
“When have we ever gotten off the train at different stops?”
His eyebrows quirked.
“Too soon for prison humor?”
He smiled and shook his head. “It’s never too soon to turn something bad into something good.” He finally leaned over, stopping an inch from my lips. “And just so we’re clear, you and I arenevergetting out at different stops.”
“What if I see a dragon on a platform, and I really want to stop?” Fire. I was playing with fire.
His scowl was quite formidable. “I’d kill Joshua, and then I’d make our fathers swear me in as the newdraca.” His arms curled around my back possessively. “Do you . . . have a thing for dragons?”
I smiled. “I have a thing for redheads with short tempers and soft hearts.”
“Soft heart,” he grumbled. “I thought we’d cleared this up already. Nothing about me issoft.” He pulled me back into him, all but bruising my abdomen.
Smiling, I stretched my arms and hooked them around his neck, then pushed up on tiptoe—even though I could’ve levitated—and pressed my smile to the scudding throb beneath his birthmark before remembering we were out in the open where anyone and everyone could see us. I fell back on my heels and looked up. Sure enough, my new guards were right there,patrolling the airspace over my little house.
When Remo glanced up, their gazes flicked away. “Inside. Now.” His hand moved to my lower back as we walked through the open sash doors of my bungalow.
When he reached for the handle to close them, I flicked the large pane of glass shut with my mind. He startled even though he knew my arsenal of powers as well as everyone else in the kingdom.
Perhaps even better.
“That one”—he tapped his temple to indicate my telekinesis—“that one will never cease to make me jealous.” He stepped toward me, but before he could touch me, I said, “I almost forgot something.”
His brows slanted.
I swiped through my Infinity until I located the dress I’d favorited. With another sweep of my finger, I swapped my red bikini for the beaded nude gown. I wasn’t sure if it was the reflection of the gilded beads or the fact that his eyes were no longer green, but they seemed almost molten as he took me in.
A ragged noise formed at the base of his throat and vibrated through the warm air. “I was quite a fan of the red bikini. In case you wanted to make a note of that.”
Even though my feet were anchored to the ground, the way he looked at me made me feel as weightless as the stars outside my window. “Noted.”
He stared at me some more before finally bridging the distance between us, flicking my dried hair over my shoulder and leaning in.
I pressed my palms into his chest. “Wait. I wanted to ask you something.”
He straightened, one of his umber brows arching up. “Go ahead.”
“First, is your mother disappointed that we . . . that you . . .?”
