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Ere snorted.
“You didn’t make the centaur stud happy.”
That made her retreat into stuttering.
“I-I-”
“And maybe you bestow all that gushy goodness and effusive affection on all your creatures and everyone around you because you’re addicted to the affection and attention you get in return.”
“W-What—”
“There’s a word for it. It’s called narcissism. Or, wait, maybe it’s HPD. Histrionic Personality Disorder.”
She shook her head vigorously again. Her fluffy mane was starting to puff like Chewie’s fur. No longer sleek and shiny but a bird’s nest of knots, dried tears, dirt and snot.
A corner of Ere’s mouth quirked.
He liked her better this way. She was morereal.
“That’s not what I am! You don’t even know—”
“So why do you think you can’t commit?” he interrupted before she could launch into another screechy tirade.
“It’s just…it’s just…”
She wrung her hands as she hustled to keep up with him.
“Just what?” he prodded impatiently, giving her no quarter.
“If I depend on one man for love, what happens when he stops?”
This time, it was Ere who stopped walking.
As she was literally dogging his heels, she almost crashed into his back. But she was saved at the last moment by Sorin’s steadying grasp on her arm.
“So, you’re a cowardly narcissist,” Ere surmised.
Perhaps unfairly.
Definitely unfairly.
As he didn’t know her much at all.
But he’d watched her together with the centaur. The chemistry between them practically sizzled Ere’s eyebrows off even from a distance. It was why he pulled Sorin back during the day to give the centaur and his rider space and privacy.
And because he wanted to use the opportunity to jump his own Mate—the sexual tension in the air inspiring his own lasciviousness. It was why they’d fallen so far behind and took half an hour before they came upon Divina on the hill.
Even Ere, an uninvolved bystander, knew that something “special” was brewing between Divina and her centaur stallion. It was rather aggravating that Divina herself didn’t see it.
“I’m not.” This, she didn’t shout for a change.
She seemed worn out actually, the fight having leaked out of her like air from a pricked balloon.
Ere sighed, wincing at the niggling feeling that he’d just kicked a puppy.
Repeatedly.
“Well, whatever issues you have between you, I just hope you didn’t piss off the centaur prince so much that he won’t give us the horn any more. Thatisour goal here, need I remind you.”
