Page 29 of Fae's Mate
“So? Tell me, tell me—oh let me guess… can he fly?”
“Haha no.”
“Can he… turn people to stone?”
“Nope.”
“Oh, come on! Tell me!”
“What if it’s a secret—”
“He kept secrets from you about the whole mate thing. I think that gives you the right to spill one of his.”
She looks at me, full of excitement and anticipation. I wonder if it will make him angry if I tell her? He didn’t tell me not to tell anyone…
“Fine, but you can’t tell the others,” I concede.
Alana motions, zipping her lips.
“He has water magic.”
She frowns before asking, “So, if you're thirsty he can conjure you a drink?”
I laugh. “He actually did that the first day, I told him I didn’t want any wine, so he filled a glass of water from thin air.”
“That’s disappointing.”
“It’s actually kind of beautiful. The day we all got our dresses, he followed me out into the gardens after dinner, and he pulled all the dew from the grass and sculpted it into a flower.”
I smile, remembering how magical that was, and my mind drifts to that kiss, to his hand caressing my cheek—I shake my head, forcing myself to focus.
“He said his ancestors used to be able to create tidal waves and summon rain if there was a drought.”
“Ok, that is pretty cool. I’ll give him that.”
“I’m glad he meets your approval,” I tease.
Her expression turns serious.Uh oh.
“Have you thought any more about what you’re going to do?”
I shake my head, rubbing my forehead.
“No, I still have so many questions. I suppose I’ll just have to wait for him to come back.”
“I think it’s kind of romantic,” she muses.
“Romantic?”
“Yeah… it’s like the universe has said ‘here you go, here is your perfect person’. You don’t have to go on a bunch of dates with losers, or question if someone you’re interested in likes you too. All the stress is taken away, and they’re just…there.”
I roll my eyes at her, but I can’t help the laugh that surfaces.
“Well, maybe you’re the lucky one who’s mated to the High Lord’s brother, and the one who got us all pulled through that portal in the first place,” I taunt.
When she smiles, it doesn’t reach her eyes. There’s a sadness in them she quickly hides by changing the subject. It plays on my mind though, and I wonder if she’s been burnt in the past. If so, I can understand why the idea of a ‘perfect partner’ chosen for you would be appealing. Maybe a mate isn’t such a bad thing.
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