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“Princess is fine,” I rasp out, too throaty.
Dropping it, his eyes go molten, landing back on me. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
My pulse picks back up at the intensity. Then his mouth lifts into that grin that’s only for me and my insides flutter. This broody dark-haired boy is too attractive for anyone’s sanity.
“Even trapped, a queen never once needed saving.”
“Same as a monster,” I remind him. “All he had to do to break away from the kingdom is find the key.”
His jaw snaps, scraping my own. “You’ve always been my key.”
My chest rises and falls. The air sears my lungs, or maybe those are the words he’s spoken just now.
You’ve always been my key.
I assumed he’d be upset, at least at first at what his mother had done, but he hasn’t seemed to care that he’s no longer forced to be involved with Hardin.
His father, on the other hand, had more than enough reaction for the both of them, but I never got to gauge most of that. From what I’d heard though, after he’d found the strength, the doctors had quite the time settling him back down.
Cole’s watching me again, but it’s doubtful he’d ever stopped. The bruising along his face deep but not as garish after a few more days of rest. The cuts, slivers of what they’d been before.
“Stop staring,” he muses at my open gawking.
I try to squirm from his hold, but he doesn’t budge.
“Not yet, Princess, I want to hold on for one more second. Give me this one thing.”
The flirtatious Cole shifts away and reappears into this sincere one so rapidly it makes me stall. He needs this—our touch—as much as I needed to understand what heisn’ttelling me. Because there is something, I know it.
I could sense it, even before he’d stalled us in the foyer.
The dip of his head is slight, but it’s all I need. “I want to show you something,” he croaks, pulling me closer one last time, before letting go. Almost like he’s savoring the moment before.
Before what, though, I have no clue. Hasn’t enough changed? What more could there be?
My frown deepens as he tugs us along past the steps. “Where did you say you got those flowers you brought Finn to the hospital?”
I didn’t.
“You said they were magic?”
I had, but where’s he going with this and where arewegoing?
I’m thankful he’s holding my hand because with his long, purposeful strides, I doubt I’d be able to keep up otherwise. He’s sure of something.
“They changed colors,” I clarify.Thatwas the magic.
“From pink to blue?”
I nod at his back. Not that he sees or needs to. He knows he’s right.
“Did you know that some flowers react to certain types of metal? The iron increase can change their color.”
I hadn’t.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask because we’re already in the conservatory, but he hasn’t stopped yet. Tugging me right along behind him.
