He glared back. “No, I don’t think I will.”
“Ah, young love,” Hoenir said, laughing. Westley turned his scowl onto the male while Solveig buried her fingers in her hair.
“We have to leave,” she said. She uttered this at least five times every day, and every day, their attempts were thwarted.
“I wouldn’t have thought you were so anxious to see your dear old dad,” Hoenir said with a sly smile. Westley had stopped reacting to his cryptic little comments. Hoenir couldn’t say anything more about her father than she could, and Westley had given up trying to ask about him—frustrated as it made him.
Solveig wished she could tell him, but she couldn’t even think the words, let alone say them out loud. She had tried, while lying together in bed, to send him the fuzzy images of her memories, a name, a place, anything to do withhim,but she couldn’t.
Her blood vow blocked her from sharing it with anyone, even her mate.
“You’ll be in the clear to head out tonight,” Hoenir said nonchalantly, popping a grape into his mouth.
Both Solveig and Westley snapped their heads towards the overgrown male—the naked male. Despite their pleas upon arrival, Hoenir had not stopped walking around with his cock out.
“How do you know that?” Westley asked, narrowing his eyes.
Hoenir waited until he was finished chewing. “I have a feeling,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “Of course, you’re more than welcome to stay another night, have some fun.”
Westley bared his teeth in response to Hoenir’s wink at Solveig. What a fucking troublemaker.
“Alright, that’s enough.” Solveig placed a hand on Westley’s chest, trying to settle him. “We’ll get our things together. Please make yourself useful, Hoe, and pack us provisions.”
He swept his arm in a deep bow. “Absolutely, anything for you,” he said before meandering down the hall to his kitchen, apparently in no rush.
Westley frowned at the retreating ass. “All I wanted was to get one nice solid punch in before we left, is that so much to ask?”
Solveig tried not to laugh—he was so grumpy already—and failed. “That would be impolite considering he’s given us a safe place to hide for a week.”
“Safe?”
“Yes, Prince, safe. Nothing bad has happened to you this time.”
“Not yet,” he said under his breath.
“He promised he would leave you alone,” Solveig reassured him.
“And you trust him.” It was not a question, like he said it more to comfort his own mind.
Solveig answered anyway. “I do.”
“And we’re trusting that thisfeelingof his is not going to lead us right into a trap?”
“Yes, we are.”
Westley raked his hand through his hair, and Solveig placed her palms on the sides of his face, forcing him to look at her.
“We’re getting out of here today,” she said with a smile. He returned her grin and leaned his forehead against hers.
“Thank the gods,” he muttered.
“Just thank Hoenir and I’m sure they’ll get the message.”
“You know comments like that drive me insane,” he said, grabbing her around the middle and wrapping her in a bear hug. Solveig laughed as he squeezed her tightly.
“I know.”
True to his word, Hoenir had them out of his house that night after dusk.
