“Soren is fine,” Moira insisted, rolling her eyes at my knowing look. “I’m just tired. That’s all.”
Dad held out his hand to Moira. “Back in a moment.”
In a flash, they were gone.
I stuck my hands in my pockets and walked some of the perimeter of Thorvin’s land. The last time I’d been here, the bastard had shot Garrett. I still hadn’t forgiven him for it, even as I couldn’t say a word to him about it. If I did, I’d have to admit to trespassing on his land, something that could get me and Caelan in big hot water.
So I kept my grudge at a distance.
Dad reappeared, making me jerk in surprise. “You know you can do this on your own,” he drawled. “Instead of using your old man as a taxi service.”
“I don’t want to get lost in an infinite stretch of space and time.”
Dad rolled his eyes. “Hand, please.”
A few seconds later, we stood on Soren’s land.
The Lord was already outside waiting for us. I’d been to his property only once before, when the weather was much cooler.
Tonight, I grimaced as humidity smacked me in the face. I didn’t miss Joy Springs as much as I thought I would, but the one thing I would never miss again was 100% humidity. We were far enough up in the state to avoid the worst of it, but Soren’s territory was located in the deep south. Some of his states were Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama.
Tonight we stood in Louisiana, in a small city close to New Orleans. This house wasn’t Soren’s main Keep home, but it’s where the Lord preferred to spend his time. He liked being where all the action was.
I suspected that was because he had a revolving bedroom door and showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon.
He rose from his seat on the wrap-around porch and walked over to us.
Soren was gorgeous, an absolute specimen of male in peak physical condition. He was tall, around six foot five, and had the build of a quarterback. His skin was tanned, either from a lot of sun or some undeclared heritage he never spoke about. But the most stunning thing about him was his eyes.
Where mine was an azure color, sometimes becoming more green or bluer depending on my mood or what I wore, Soren’s stayed a bright, startling blue, the color of a sunny sky. His hair was wavy and the color of a roasted chestnut, and his jaw was sharp and clean shaven.
Like Ethan, Soren had grown on me a little, but I hated one thing about him. He knew he was stunning, and he used it to manipulate people sometimes. Or maybe all the time. Hell, I don’t know. Moira and I were probably the only ones who hadn’t fainted right into his bed, so he wasn’t sure how to take us.
He also used his physical beauty to mask his true self. So much so, he’d made Moira give up, which she almost never did if she liked someone.
“Hello, Soren,” I said politely.
His lips twitched. “No Lord Soren anymore?”
“I’m a Lady now, so I can call you whatever I want to. I’d suggest being careful.”
Soren grinned, his teeth white and straight, and damn it, did that guy have a small dimple on the edge of his mouth? The world was not fair. How had I not noticed that before?
“Do you want me to stay?” Dad asked in a low voice.
“Your daughter is safe with me,” Soren said, dipping his head to my father.
Dad stared at him for a long moment before he nodded. “I’ll be back in half an hour.”
“Forty-five minutes,” Soren said quickly. “If you don’t mind. I wish to speak to Evie before she starts.”
Shit. I hoped this wasn’t about Moira.
Dad looked at me. I shrugged. “Forty-five is fine.”
“Very well.” He disappeared in a shower of light, leaving me and the other Lord alone.
I’d never spent alone time with Soren. He had never done anything untoward or tried to harm me, but he also didn’t come around too much. He and Rowan were not friends, only acquaintances and their territories weren’t close to each other.
