The Werewolf Domain was cold as fuck most of the time, with a spring period in the middle of the year.
As for the Hinterlands, well, that was pure chaos over there.
Silvanus gestured for us to step into the car.
Ugh. Why did the whole thing have to be see-through?
I climbed in, taking a seat on the center glass bench, spine straight, every muscle going rigid. I had no fear of heights, but I was wary of glass ovals hanging on cables.
Call me cynical about dangling over possible instant death in glassy contraptions.
The king sat beside me. “Are you alright?”
“Sweetcream,” I bit out.
Elio and Medusa stood at the front of the car, holding the frosted handrail.
Show offs. Oh, look at them, so unbothered by a floating coffin.
Stop it!
My fear might be a little irrational seeing as I’d flown across the ocean in Silvanus’s arms, but whatever. This was different, the risk exponentially worse. Like glass exploding and slicing me open, or being trapped inside this thing while it sank into the dark depths of a lake below.
There wasn’t a lake beneath us.
The vampire put his hand on my thigh. “Everything will be alright.”
I looked up at him, taken aback by the attempt at comfort.
He smiled, using his other hand to push a loose strand of my hair off my forehead.
Oh. Shit.
The car doors closed, only the four of us on this ride. It began its smooth descent with no rocking, rumbling, or anything to make me hurl.
And I barely noticed, too busy being trapped in Silvanus’s gaze. Again. Enraptured by the hints of scarlet behind his glasses, his hand pulsing heat into my thigh.
The cable car wasn’t so horrific anymore. In fact, it became, I don’t know, romantic. From the way it glowed, to the views it provided, along with the proximity it provided for me andhim.
I lost myself to some swirly pleasure.
Uh-oh.
His lips parted, mine mirroring them. Slowly, drunk on his hotness, I leaned closer.
Yes. Just one kiss, a cheeky interlude before?—
The sound of Elio clearing his throat threw me off. I pulled back, sliding away from the king.
Damn. Silly me getting caught up in my feelings.
We spent the rest of the ride in awkward silence. The car passed between two tall spruces, the trees bent over to form an arch. I greeted them, and they quivered with pine-rich happiness, their needles jiggling.
Beyond the trees, we lowered into the station at the end of a busy street.
It was good to be on the ground again.
I rolled my shoulders, then stepped out into the hustle and bustle.
