Sorin starts to get up to put his dishes away when I finally speak. “Um, hey guys?”
“Hmm?” Comes the prince’s reply. He has been watching me this whole meal.It is unnerving.
“Can you meet me out in the back forest two hours past the sun’s highest point?” I ask.
Sorin glances outside. “Um sure, that’s in...” He squints his eyes. “Three hours?”
“I think so,” I say, hesitantly. It has been hard keeping track of time here.
“Why do you ask?” The prince says quietly. I side eye him.
“I will tell you once you meet me out there, I do not want to share any more details here.”
Sorin gives me a distracted nod. “Alright, I will let Sam know.” He runs a hand through his hair.
“Fa-” I start to correct but decide against it.Maybe the prince did not notice the slip up?I glance towards him; his eyes are sparkling with interest.Fuck, he definitely caught that.“No, no need. It just needs to be you two for now.” I try not to panic, keeping my voice neutral.
“Is this about him walking out earlier? I was going to talk to him about it, but I do not think we should leave him out, especially not so soo—”
“It is not that. What I need you two for has nothing to do with our conversation earlier.”
“Then what?” Sorin crosses his arms over his chest.
I narrow my gaze at him.Stop with the questions.“Look you have kept much from me and have still expected me to trust you. Please give me the same respect.”
Sorin grits his teeth. “Fine. I will be there. Alone.”
I look to the prince, my face steely. “The little dove has her own secrets?” he whispers, then smiles. “Of course you needn’t worry, Dove. I have no plans to inform anyone of your whereabouts, I am much too interested in the games you are playing.”
“Thank you.” Grabbing my dishes, I deposit them where Sylvie had instructed and then head back to my and the prince’s quarters.
Chapter thirty-four
Secrets
Alaceandra
Sometime later I find myself leaning against the thick trunk of some kind of oapik tree. Baldar skittered up its branches when we arrived and is now currently nestled in the blackened leaves taking yet another nap. From the edge of the woods, the prince approaches.
“Hello, little dove.”
“Hello, prince.”
“Still have yet to find another name for me I see.” His gaze sparkles with mirth.
“Could be easier if you gave me your own.”
“Perhaps, but has the dove learned how to join the fray, or only how to fly away?”
I wrinkle my nose at him. “You are an aggravating one, are you not?”
He approaches me. “I guess that might depend on the circumstance, no?” A flash of desire and something else crosses his features as he moves a strand of my hair behind my ear, his touch gentle. A small sound drags his gaze up and away from me and he chuckles, noticing the sleeping demoni above me. “Looks like your demoni has come back to haunt you.” His voice is slightly husky.
“I would not call it that.” My voice comes out a little breathier than I intended.
“Oh? What would you call it then?” His lips are mere centimeters from mine. His large body caging me against the tree.
I stare at him. “He is napping. All he has done since he arrived is sleep, not much haunting can be done when one is unconscious.”
