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“Deal.” Turning her head, she attempted a smile. But something that looked a lot like panic flickered across her face.
“What is it?”
Her expression cleared, and she attempted to wiggle off my body. I leaned down and nipped the shell of her ear. “Lie to me,” I said, “and you’re in big trouble.”
“I’m not ready to discuss it.”
“Something is hurting you. Do you think I’m going to quietly tolerate it?”
Sliding her onto the blankets beneath us, I caught her chin. “What is it, Prisca?”
The gold in her eyes dimmed. Something in my chest wrenched, and I cast my mind back.
She’d been beyond relieved when I’d made it to the meeting place last night. When she’d jumped into my arms, I’d enjoyed the display of affection. But something had happened while we were separated.
“Stop trying to figure out what it is,” she muttered.
“There’s an easy fix for that. Tell me yourself.”
“You’re so…”
“Handsome? Sexy? Unwilling to stand idly by when I can help fix the problem?”
Her eyes slitted. “Overbearing. Imperious. High-handed.”
“Enough, Prisca. You said we were in this together. Was that a lie? Because it’s too fucking late to change your mind. I’ll never let you go.”
“Arrogant. Presumptuous. Tyrannical,” she continued.
I leaned over and bit her gently on her neck, sucking the skin between my teeth until she let out a breathless moan.
“You can tell me,” I murmured against her throat, “or I’ll find out myself.”
She heaved a sigh. “I will tell you. I just need to think. Just…just wait until we reach Aranthon,” she said quietly. “And then I’ll talk about it. Please.”
I considered it. I was a patient man. At least, I’d thought I was. And yet with Prisca, I wanted nothing more than to peer inside her mind and immediately understand what it was that had made her so furious last night. And so solemn this morning.
“Lorian,” she said, and I sighed.
“As soon as we get to Aranthon, you’ll tell me.”
She nodded. I waited, my hand tightening on her chin.
She yanked her head. “You can let me go now.”
“I will. Just as soon as I have your word.”
“I promise,” she snarled. “Would you like a blood vow?”
“That attitude isn’t making me want to let this go.”
Prisca bared her teeth. I slipped my hand down her body, slowly, teasingly, reminding her just who that body belonged to.
“That’s not fair,” she muttered as I found her slick and swollen.
Footsteps sounded outside our tent, and my ears twitched. “Telean received a message from Gromalia,” Madinia called. “It’s important.”
I sighed, nuzzling one of Prisca’s wild curls to the side so I could press a kiss to her cheek.
