“Didn’t look it when that tendu tried to maul you.”
“I pink eyes on the boat.” I almost jab my finger into them to drive my point in. “Tendu no harm Pink-eyes.”
He dips his face low. “They should’ve known better than to trust that the spell was enough to disguise your scent.” His nostrils flare. “I could smell you from the skies, Sífair.”
I swallow, my saliva gliding right through this time. “How I smell?”
“Like the ocean.Machmomoannan.”Mok mo meanan.
I know the last word, but what doesmok momean? I purse my lips, wishing I understood his language so he could stop using it to confuse me. He tilts his face, waiting for me to ask for a translation…daring me.
I don’t take his bait. We’ve been gone long enough. “You done dress?”
He nods.
“So we go.” I start toward the door.
Cathal doesn’t follow. He just stands there, arms crossed over an iron breastplate. “You and I aren’t going anywhere until you share with me what it was that Behati told you before leaving your chambers.”
I cast my eyes on the leather armchairs. “No.”
“Then I guess we’ll miss our daughter’s nuptials.”
I glower at him. “You no want to know. Trust me.”
“If I didn’t want to know, I wouldn’t be asking, now, would I?”
My jaw grinds from how hard I now clench it. “Just vision.”
“Of?”
“Of me. No concern you, Crow.”
He cracks his knuckles. “Yet I feel concerned, so do tell me more, Sífair.”
“Cathal, please. Go.”
“The instant you tell me, I’ll take you to Isolacuori.”
Since I don’t feel the prick of a bargain, I suspect this isn’t one.
The stubborn Crow continues to push. “If it doesn’t concern me, then I really don’t see why you’re so reticent about?—”
“Behati see new mate!” I feel winded shouting the words. “You happy now, Crow?”
I can tell from the nerve jumping in his jaw that he’s anything but pleased. Well, too bad for him. Perhaps it’ll teach him not to pry into someone else’s business.
“I tell you. We go.Now.” I march toward the door. “Do I need drag you or you come?” I perch my palms on my hips. When he makes no move to follow, I huff a “Fine” and retrace my steps, clasp his wrist and yank.
Futile. Unless he chooses to move, he won’t.
“Please, Cathal.”
“So impatient to meet your new mate?” His voice is as cold as his stare.
“No. I impatient see Fallon! I impatient heal wounded Crows! I impatient get sigil before everyone see pink hair!”
Icy umber meets blazing black. “Who?”
