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He chuckled. “I already have, Iloli. You won’t be able to turn them down when they ask.” His hand stroked my bicep, his arm still draped over my shoulders. The sun was low in the sky already, I realized—and we still needed to work on our house.
“Time to pick a tree?” I asked him, scoping out the forest above us.
“Unless you wish to build near Dakota.” His words were simple, like he didn’t care either way.
And honestly, I knew he would be happy anywhere.
But… dammit, he was right. He’d already convinced me why I should side with the unseelies.
“We’ll build here, on the unseelie side. I know there’s some of everything in the middle of the neutral territory, but on this part of the outskirts, it’s just unseelie, right?”
“And one seelie bastard who lives to make our lives hell,” Remmo admitted.
“Then it’s perfect,” I said simply.
He lowered toward me, and kissed me. “It’ll take us a few hours to build a place large enough to sleep in, so pick your tree.”
I peered up at the branches above us and pointed to one at random. “How about that one?”
Remmo hesitated.
I lifted an eyebrow at him.
“The trees in that direction will have better sunlight, at better hours,” he explained, pointing in the opposite direction from my tree.
I snorted. “I don’t give a damn where we live, Rem. You pick for us.”
The grin he gave me was really damn heart-stopping—and so was the kiss that followed it.
We shifted, and he led me around the trees until he picked one that was suitable. When he’d decided, we both shifted back. I sat straddling the branch, and he did too, with his back pressed against mine.
“Do you want to choose how it looks?” he asked me.
“Nope.”
He flashed me another grin. “Thank you.”
“Any time.” I winked at him, and he reached over to squeeze my boob before he grabbed the tree again.
“Follow my magic with yours,” he told me, not bothering with instructions as to how. I already knew how, because he had already taught me.
I closed my eyes, and when I felt him tap into his magic, I did the same. Inhaling sharply, I breathed, “Do you feel that?”
“We’re much stronger, now that our bond has formed,” he admitted.
“Much, much stronger.”
“Mmhm. Focus, Iloli.”
I laughed, and he reached back and squeezed my boob again beforehefocused.
We both quieted, our whole attention moving to the magic flowing through us and into the house Remmo intended to build.
And slowly, as the sun sank behind the mountains and trees, bathing the sky in darkness, our home grew around the branch we were sitting on.
When the magic stopped and I opened my eyes, we had a simple cube-shaped house, with a small box for a door. It would take a lot longer to turn it into everything we wanted… but we had all the time in the world.
“Come to bed with me, Iloli?” Remmo asked me, slipping off the branch that cut through the middle of our house and landing smoothly on the wooden floor seven feet below it. It didn’t struggle to hold his weight, or move in the slightest—so I took his hand when he offered it to me.
