I scowl so hard I’m surprised his hair doesn’t go up in flames. “Why should I?”
“So that I don’t send you into the middle of the servant’s quarters,” he says dryly.
Good point.
I pad behind him quietly and do my best not to gawk at his bedroom. It’s decked out in green and gold, with dark cherry furniture. Everything’s placed meticulously. There’s no clutter, and there’s definitely not a mess of dresses on his floor.
But even for how neat it is, there aren’t the personal touches that my family’s house has—pictures everywhere, horribly painted ceramic animals that we created as kids dotting the surfaces.
It’s like Feylin doesn’t want to have a deeper life, as if taking care of his people steals so much of his time that who he is inside doesn’t matter.
What could have happened in his past to make him shieldhimself like this? And is that why he was so cold when we first met? Not that he’s warmed up much, but at least he smiled yesterday. And laughed. I couldn’t forget the rich sound if I tried.
As if the answer will jump in front of me, my gaze sweeps up the walls where a white-tailed deer and elk head are mounted.
“Did you kill that elk?”
His gaze follows mine. “Yes, and I’m going to try not to be impressed that you knew it was an elk.”
“My dad hunts, too. But I thought falconing was your favorite sport?”
He smirks and folds his arms. “They both involve hunting, and I like hunting. Ready?”
His hand twitches as if he’s wondering whether or not to offer it. In the end he leaves it by his side and nods.
“I’ll see you downstairs.”
Darkness envelopes me, and a moment later I’m dumped into my room with the towel still tucked tightly under my arms. It takes a moment before I realize that on both the trip to his shower and back, I didn’t puke.
Not once.
20
FEYLIN
Why the hell can’t I stop thinking about her?
This isn’t real.It’s what I’ve been telling myself ever since last night.
This relationship is not real, and it won’t ever be. If Addison knew the truth about me, she’d hate me.
And maybe that’s better.
But for the love of fae, would someone please tell my cock that?
Trawick drops with a huff into the chair across from my desk. “What happened yesterday?”
I rub my eyes and lean back in my own chair. “Which part of yesterday?”
The part where I wanted to rip Addison’s panties off and take her on my desk, or the part where I flirted with her shamelessly?
What the hell has gotten into me?
“The part where your fiancée sabotaged the earth ceremony.”
Oh, right.That. That was the part that led up to the near-panty ripping.
Though to be fair my first intention had been to spank her, because I was convinced she’d screwed me over on purpose.
