I watch Orion’s face as it shifts from shock to anger. “How dare you, Juniper,” he snarls.“Oh, come on, this isn’t even most daring thing I’ve said today,” I mutter, lifting my soup to my lips and taking another long sip.“That is my lineage you’re talking about!”“Oh, what the fuck even is a linea
“God damn it, Juniper,” Orion growls, slumping back in his chair and lifting is hands to his eyes, pressing the heels of his palms against them in frustration. “What are you even talking about? And you’re – you’re forgetting! About the prophecy, the pact! That if I don’t find my mate and ascend the
Laila and Orion come in a little bit later, but we don’t begin our argument again. Instead, Laila takes charge, bustling us all into the kitchen and starting to make a big pot of fish stew by hand, insisting that the process of cooking is sometimes necessary.“Honestly you all rely on magic far too
But even if we do feel that pull, my wolf turns anyway, towards Anton. Always towards Anton, who I have to admit is first in my heart.Even if he is annoying me right now.“I don’t know what I’m proposing,” I say, my own voice casting low, deliberately cagey. “It doesn’t have to be a marriage. It ca
The rest of the evening goes much easier than the start. The four of us spend hours in the kitchen as Laila continues to make what is apparently a very elaborate and time-consuming soup. Orion does most of the talking, answering question after question as I seek to know more about this world and the
My eyes flutter shut as my cheek pillows against his arm, shocked at…god, at how damn good it feels. Do – do people who design pillows know about this? Like honestly, the contours of Tony’s arm should be studied for their ergonomic qualities –Mid-thought, all of my ridiculous musings are wiped imme
“God no,” Anton murmurs, steeping even closer even as he pulls his hand back, slipping it into his pocket. “Beatrice is not my mate - it’s impossible, June, she’s the most boring person I’ve ever met –“I scoff, angry again. “Lots of people don’t like their mates when they meet them, Anton,” I snap.
I gasp, appalled, starting to wriggle against his arm.He grins down at me, enjoying the hell out of himself and keeping me locked against him. “If,” he continues, “it was a sexless marriage of political convenience, of course.”I go still, staring up at him. Because…what?“Yeah, because it’s not go