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Males in positions of power don’t fetch females, or when they do, it’s because they’re ready to spend the long ride either fucking or talking business. I wonder which of the two he has in mind. Maybe a combination of both.
Evie and I walk toward the carriages and hug before parting.
I give her a reassuring nod. My friend is a powerful fairy, and as such can take care of herself. Still, I pause before stepping inside my carriage.
“What’s your name?” I ask the vampire at my door.
“Leroy,” he says.
I hitch a breath. It’s Leroy and Ledger from June’s story about the Nightbound Soldier.
Afraid, but determined to make sure he understands I expect Evie’s carriage to travel alongside mine, I crook a finger toward Leroy, using my magic to draw him in. “Come here, handsome.”
Leroy stiffens, fights the draw, then gives in with a groan and bends toward me.
He’s quite tall and I’m short, so I rise on my toes and purr at his ear, “Evie and I are like you and Ledger, but born of different parents. You understand?”
He’s sniffing around my face, a low growl developing in the back of his throat.
“I trust she’ll be treated to multiple orgasms or, if not, left alone.”
“Fleur,” Nottuza barks from inside the carriage, breaking my spell. “Leave my male alone and come flirt with me.”
Leroy laughs. “See you at the Princess, Princess.” He joins Evie and Ledger.
I climb inside the carriage and sit opposite a male wrapped in shadows. The scent of leather, dominance, and a subtle hint of dried crushed lavender attacks my senses immediately.
While the scent of leather stays on males like him as if they’re born with it, the dried crushed flower, lavender specifically, is unusual and makes me think it might be his mating scent. But I’m unsure, as I’m unsure about everything that has to do with this male. Why release a mating scent if uninterested in mating? He’s nothing more than a stranger I seem to have attracted who’s now tormenting me with the most delicious male scent I’ve ever smelled. I want to drown in it.
Meanwhile, his body language is off-putting, reserved, almost warding me off.
His legs are uncrossed, but not spread widely, which means he doesn’t slouch, but sits with his back straight as I would expect from a military officer.
In the Summer Court, when a male wants a female for grooming or chatting more intimately, he widens his legs. It’s an invitation for the female to sit on his lap. I wonder if he knows this.
Some lycans don’t, though they learned fast while docked on our shores.
His hands rest in his lap, folded, tattoos peeking from under a thick leather jacket.
No, he definitely won’t fuck. He wants to talk business, then.
Disappointed, I look out the window as the carriage lifts.
Goodbye, Summer Court.
15
FLEUR
Riding on a unicorn is the most flying I’ve ever done, and that was in the magical hidden land where everything is beautiful as well as intoxicating, so I didn’t mind the heights or the movement of the animal.
Now I’m sitting on a hard bench inside a dark, closed box with a powerful notturno hiding in the swirling shadows. It’s creepy.
I look out the window. Evie’s estate is shrinking into nothingness as we ascend into the sky and travel in a way I’m unaccustomed to. The view outside only makes my heart race more. The noise from many bats flapping their leather wings and propelling the carriage forward adds to my unease. Nothing, but dark skies surround me.
I turn from the window. While I can see in the dark, I can’t see through the Unseelie shadows, which raises the question, how is this vampire commanding the shadows?
Suddenly, the carriage starts shaking, and I fist my hands in my lap so as not to show fear. Or scream so loudly that it would damage his eardrums.
