“We need Meriam.”
“Meriam is the key?”
“Meriam is the key to many things.” His gaze draws low on my body.
I stare down to find my nipples poking through my chemise. Since his senses are far keener than my own and my nightgown is on the sheer side, I grip the sheets and tug them back high. “How’s my father?”
“Busy.”
“Too busy to pay me a visit?”
“He doesn’t know you’ve come down to the Fae lands.”
Well, that explains his silence. “What is keeping him so busy?”
“I am.”
“You’re keeping him busy so he doesn’t find out I’ve left your kingdom?”
“I know this may come as a surprise, but I prefer my neck talon free. The news of our mating link has already made me slip from his good graces.”
“Except you’re engaged to another. That must’ve reassured him.” When Lore doesn’t say anything for a protracted amount of time, I ask, “You’ve told him about your upcoming nuptials, haven’t you?”
“Naturally.”
“Have you decided on a date?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Are you in a rush to see me married, Fallon?”
The question sounds innocent and yet feels loaded. But loaded with what? “Will the ceremony take place in Glace?”
“The location has yet to be decided.”
“What exactly has been decided?”
“Come home, and I’ll give you all the answers you desire.”
Home . . .I don’t have a home. I’ve got places I sleep and store clothes—clothes that aren’t even mine—but I don’t have a place to call my own anymore.
I nibble on my lip. “Speak them into my mind so no one overhears.”
“Except you no longer want me inside your head.”
“I may not want you there, but for the time being, we still have a connection, so you may as well make use of it.”
He grows quiet again.
“Lorcan, please don’t keep me in the dark.”
“You want answers, you come home.”
“Stop calling it home! Your nest is not my home.”
Fabric tears. Is he gouging something with his talons? “And Antoni’s house is?”
