“Whatever you want to tell yourself. We need to get you to bed.”
“I’m capable of handling myself right now.” I tried to stand, and as I did, my fingers gripped the table.
Fyn’s arm broke my fall. “You are absolutely not.” His breath hit me as he scolded me.
“I’m taking you to our room. Hold on to me. If they see how far gone you are, it’ll be very clear you’re not fae. No one will have to look into your eyes to figure it out,” he said. “No fae gets this drunk on a single glass of wine.”
“It was probably more like two… it was very full.” I wrapped my fingers around his bicep, letting him lead me to wherever the stairwell was. When I tripped on the first step, I started giggling.
“I didn’t sign up for this.” The muscles in his arm hardened as he wrapped it around me.
With every unsteady step I took, he urged me a little further.
“You are touching me.” I didn’t know if I liked him touching me, but I liked the warmth that came from him.
I froze.
“It’s either that or you will fall down the stairs, which will arguably be much worse.” The door slammed into the wall as he pushed it open.
A single bed lay in the center of the room. No second bed. No sofa.
I laughed even harder.
One bed and a fae lord who wanted a beautiful redhead, but was forced to cart around the human princess he just barely tolerated.
What an equation.
“I’m glad you find this so funny. Don’t tell your sister about this. She will absolutely kill me for letting you anywhere near the wine,” he said.
“Where’s my satchel?” My heart raced as I looked around the room. I couldn’t lose it.
He tugged at the leather strap on my shoulder. “You’ve only taken it off to sleep.”
“Good.” I slid it around my front, placing my hand over the edge of the flap.
“Carrying something important?” he asked.
“You don’t ask a princess what she’s keeping in her satchel,” I teased. “That is private.”
“Of course, where are my manners.” He smirked at me.
I hated it when he smirked at me. “Every room gets smaller.”
“It does appear that way.”
“And now…” I looked at the slender floorboards that framed the sides of the bed and gestured frantically to it.
“It’ll be like camping.” His fingers pressed deeply into my forearm as my knee slammed into the bed.
I leaned back into it, tugging at my boots. “Ugh, I can’t get them off.” They were always so difficult to remove. “Stupid, stupid boots.”
“I’m fully regretting all of my life choices right now.” His chest swelled as he knelt before me. “Stars above.”
Carefully, he untied the laces and gently removed each boot.
Stifling heat rose inside me as I looked back at him, but I didn’t pull free.
“You regret taking me to Estlen?” I frowned at him. “I thought you liked me, Fyn. I thought we were friends. That’s what you said before.”
