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“Don’t even think about it. Your people already hate me for being an earth fae; I’m not wearing something that will make me stand out even more.”
“We’ll see,” Zoran signed back.
“We won’t see,” I argued, as we started walking.
He gave me a low chuckle, capturing my hand and slipping his fingers through mine.
Despite how frustrating he could be, I held him just as steadily as he held me.
Chapter6
It wasmuch scarier to enter the Aboa the second time around. I’d been unconscious the first time, so I supposed that made sense, not that it made either trip any easier.
The first time, I’d just woken up in a dark, underground cave with a massive, gorgeous fae man I couldn’t really see.
The second time, said massive, gorgeous fae man dragged me into a massive hole in the ground with no visible end in sight.
The water rose to meet us before we landed, and it slowed our fall enough that we didn’t die, thankfully. The other four fae joining us landed a few minutes after we did, and they looked around the cave with me and Zoran.
It was strange to be back. Everything looked much, much different now that I had fae eyes, and it felt different too. With my magic, I could feel a few layers of the cave, as well as a few monstrous creatures moving over said layers, when they were touching the stone.
It seemed much less terrifying now that I could look at all of it and realize it was just rock and saltwater.
Zoran moved his hand to get my attention, and when I looked at him, he signed one word. “Ready?”
I nodded.
He added, “Can you feel far enough to warn us if any monsters approach by land? They will be far more active, now that Heliai’s power is awake in the caves.”
I confirmed that, too. Quake had taught me how to keep my senses open to the stone around me, and I’d been practicing a lot, so I was confident.
Zoran turned to the rest of our group and signed, “Stay close. My queen will keep a watch out for anything on the land, so don’t wander.”
Everyone agreed.
Zoran scooped me up off the ground, tossing me over his shoulder, and I protested. “I’m just as fast as the rest of you now. You don’t need to carry me.”
“He carries you because you’re his mate, not because he finds you lacking,” one of the other men explained. At the same time, Zoran squeezed the back of my thigh in a simple,
No, I’m not putting you down.
“It’s a male’s privilege to lighten his female’s load in every way he can,” the other man added.
“There’s no use fighting his protective instincts,” one of the female fae said. “A woman must choose her battles wisely with a possessive male.”
“How do you know which battles to choose, though? Clothes? Food? Being carried?” I checked.
“Fight only the battles you are absolutely not willing to lose, and your mating will be a happy one,” one of the women said with a shrug. “If that’s clothing or being carried, then choose those. I’d focus on something more important, like living situations, though.”
“And power dynamics,” the other woman added.
“Children too,” the first one said.
That was probably good advice.
Zoran squeezed my thigh once again.
No fighting any battles.
