At last! A reunion with the overlord of all sweet treats. Whoever made these beauties here at the palace needed amassive promotion. Give them all the coin they wanted because they’d achieved perfection.
Unfortunately, I only got halfway through the big slab before Caer asked me to sing.
For fuck’s sake!
Back in the clearing, I pouted at her, letting out an exasperated huff.
“If it’s on the floor, I’m going to sulk harder than ever,” I grumbled, watching her inspect the roses.
“What are you talking about?” she asked dreamily.
As before, Silvanus was left over in the same spot.
Poor guy. This really wasn’t fair. “Nothing. What’s up?”
She sniffed a rose, then looked me in the eye. “Are you ready to leave?”
“Just waiting on Silvanus.”
“Can you hurry him up?”
“I can’t make him do anything.”
Her nostrils flared. “Well, he needs some urgency about him.”
And you need a personality transplant. “He has a lot of urgency about him.”
That got no response from her.
I changed the subject. “So, what’s happening?”
“I am simply checking in on you.”
“Oh. I’m sweetcream. You?”
“What I really mean is I am testing the vampire king.”
Erm, huh?
She laughed at the obvious confusion on my face. “To see if I could trigger anything about what Aidan took from him. The more I consider it, the more I believe in its importance.”
Uh-huh. “Why didn’t you just say that?”
“To avoid upsetting you.”
“Why would it upset me?”
She didn’t answer that. “I wonder what this special knife of yours is.”
“Yeah, wouldn’t we all like to know?” I answered.
“Indeed.” She switched her attention back to the roses. “Goodbye, special one.”
Returning to the balcony, I was relieved to see the caramel shortbread still in my hand, but I was pissed off at the interruption.
Damn quirky elf deity.
Boats appeared on the ocean, lurking out in the deeper areas. Lights on, some of them carrying aircraft, while smaller boats patrolled the shallower waters.
