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If he didn’t come back down and talk to me soon, then…
Well, then I was going to leave.
Because if Ervo wasn’t willing to talk about what I wanted in a mate, or what he wanted, then I was probably going to end up even more heartbroken in this situation than I had expected a few days earlier.
I couldn’t stay away from my friends forever, anyway. After all that had gone down in the cave, everyone was going to need a little time to process, but then we needed to regroup. To figure out what we were going to do.
And… I didn’t even know what had happened to the female fae.
I’d seen the men trap them, saving Sunny and Dots before they could get spirited away as life-bringers, so I knew they were safe. But I didn’t know what had happened since then, or what was currently happening.
And I felt shitty about that.
Ervo had needed time to calm down, to see that I was alright. And I understood that; I’d needed time too.
But I couldn’t hide in his treehouse forever.
I’d give it an hour, I decided. Give him an hour. To work through his thoughts, and decide how he wanted to proceed.
I finished my food, then placed the empty plate in the sink. As I walked over to the bookshelf, I eyed the sun and tried to remember how high it was so I could attempt to gauge how much time had passed.
My gaze flicked back to the plate of food I’d made for Ervo. It was already cold; if he left it any longer, it would be nasty.
Despite my effort to prevent it, my mood darkened at the way he had rejected my effort.
As if he could read my thoughts, the phoenix spiraled down toward the treehouse. He landed steadily on the balcony, before striding into the kitchen.
My eyes were glued to him as he picked up the plate and fork.
And his were trained on me as he began to eat.
I forced myself to look away, not to let him see how much his actions had cheered me up.
He hadn’t rejected my food… he just wasn’t used to the idea of letting me cook for him.
That felt silly to me; what did he think I was going to spend all of my time doing, if he fed me, and clothed me, and protected me? Sit on my ass constantly?
I had gotten enough of that in the Stronghold. It had been relaxing, at first. And I would always enjoy reading.
But I was tired of sitting around. I wanted to make something of myself, to be useful. To do something with my life.
I thumbed through a book as Ervo finished his food and then washed the dishes, picking up the mess I had made. To me, that was partnership. One of us cooking, and the other cleaning. Or both of us cooking and cleaning together.
Then again, it didn’t seem like he really wanted a partner.
What he did want…
Well, I wasn’t quite sure.
Sex?
Hugs?
Kissing?
He’d never told me, so how was I supposed to know?
I was starting to get a little frustrated, completely unfocused on the book in my hands, when Ervo finally shut off the sink.
