Page 64 of The Broken Elf King
His brows drew together in confusion and I growled. Now it was my turn to pace the room.
“You promised me that after we married, you would bring my aunt here and heal her. Now it’s time to pay up!”
“Now is the worst possible—”
“Raife. It’s time,” I deadpanned. “If you don’t go and get her with me, I’ll go alone.”
His jaw unhinged. “You think I’m going to allow you to go on the mission to retrieve your aunt? Hah. You’re insane.”
I stomped over to him and poked his chest. “You’re insane if you think my aunt would just go into the woods and leave her home and everything she has with some random elves.”
He looked offended. “I’m not a random elf. I’m the king.”
“She doesn’t know that, or the fact that I am your new wife. I haven’t gotten word to her. I’m going, and that’s final. Besides, you will never know what house is hers. That map Autumn drew just gets you into the castle. You need me to find my auntie’s house.”
He chewed his bottom lip. “And if you are captured and killed?”
I shrugged. “Then writeGreat Friendon my gravestone.”
Again he looked confused. The bastard had no idea.
“Raife, I’m going to see my aunt. End of discussion. I’ve dyed my hair and I’ll wear a hooded cloak. Do you really expect me to live in this bedroom my entire life?”
He thought long and hard about that. “No, which is why I just made it a crime punishable by death to even touch you.”
“What!?” I screeched.
He looked down at me coolly. “If you want to live and travel around at my side, to be my queen, there are going to be rules. One touch and I won’t hesitate to kill them. We have to set a precedent or you’ll be kidnapped and dragged to every cemetery in the land.”
He wasn’t serious, was he?
“You won’t actually kill them for touching me though, right?”
He raised one eyebrow. “If a king shows weakness, he might as well cut his own throat.”
Whoa. Okay. That meant he was serious.
“So I’ll never be touched by anyone ever again? Thanks for that!” I snapped, and stormed over to the corner of the room to inspect the bookshelves.
I heard his footsteps retreat, and then he disappeared into the washroom. I stared at the bed where we’d last made love and groaned. All of these hot and cold messages were driving me insane.
Good friend?You didn’t threaten to kill someone for merely touching a good friend.
The door to the washroom opened and he stepped out, freshly bathed.
I decided then that for my own sanity I needed to know where he stood. Did he truly just see me as a friend whom he kissed once and accidently bedded? Or was there more? I intended to find out right now.
I unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor, standing in only my undergarments, which were comprised of a white lace bralette and white panties.
Raife froze, eyes raking over my half naked form. “Wh-what are you doing?” His voice dropped two octaves.
“Hmm?” I asked dismissively, as I pranced across the room giving him a view of my backside.
“You’re… undressing.” He fumbled for words.
I loved the discomfort in his voice. It was layered with something else.
Arousal.
