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I laugh. “Kicked by a few. Hit by a few. Pushed down some stairs once by a drunk one, but no, never healed.”
“Who?” Prince Sulien’s voice comes out low and threatening.
I stare at him in surprise. “Who?”
“Who hurt you?” he says, and each word is spoken between clenched teeth.
I laugh uneasily. “Prince Sulien, it doesn’t matter, it’s done with.”
“Who?” he asks again, and the look in his eyes scares even me.
“Sulien, she’s shaking,” Prince Cobar says softly.
Prince Sulien’s anger fades and he sits a little taller. “You know I’d never hurt you, right?”
I stare. “Fae hurt people like me. It’s what you do.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, rises and walks away.
It’s weird. I feel like I’ve handled everything poorly, but I also feel like I’m not wrong. Him drinking some potion doesn’t suddenly make me less deserving of the fae’s treatment. Not that I ever deserved it, at least in my eyes.
I turn to the others. “I wasn’t trying to offend him, I was just telling him the truth.”
“Sulien wasn’t offended,” Prince Zane tells me slowly. “He’s heartbroken that you were hurt in his court and that he didn’t protect you.”
It’s hard not to laugh. “I can’t break Prince Sulien’s heart. I might be his mate, or whatever, but he doesn’t give two fucks about me. He didn’t care about me when we were kids, and he sure as fuck doesn’t care about me now.”
“Are you sure about that?” Prince Zane asks, and something about those pale eyes makes me feel like I’m wrong.
“You didn’t grow up with him in the Summer Court,” I say.
“True,” Prince Zane says with a shrug. “But I’ve also seen his misery since you’ve been gone, and I know him well enough to know when he’s hurting.”
Or Prince Sulien is a good actor. If his friends knew about the potion, knew about all of this being a lie, I’m sure they’d see him the way I do. As a man capable of anything.
And yet, I have the unexpected urge to go after him.
“Your leg?” Cobar offers, and I realize I’ve dropped it and offer him the wound again.
His hands feel warm and safe as they wrap around the space right below the mark from the ball and chain. He closes his eyes, and in an instant I feel an unexpected warm tingling. It moves up my leg and through my body, coming to rest at the most unexpected place. I close my eyes and grit my teeth as heat builds at my center. I’m counting numbers, swearing at this man in my head, and trying to ignore the throbbing between my thighs, when at last, the feeling stops.
My eyes fly open. “What the fuck?”
Prince Cobar frowns. “What?”
“You know what!” I accuse.
He looks at me in confusion. “What?”
“Your magic! The tingling! You know I’m talking about you pervy animal!”
Silence. My words are met with silence.
I think if I blush any more today, I’m going to burn a hole in my face. “Don’t pretend you don’t know.”
“Cassia.” Prince Cobar says my name like he can’t catch his breath. “Did that turn you on?”
That’s exactly the moment when I notice two things. One, Prince Cobar, is erect.Veryerect and pushing right between my thighs. So erect that it feels like I’m sitting on a pole. And, two, that my leg isn’t hurting nearly as bad.
