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“You’re right, Luke,” Rhett replied simply. The lack of fight in him took me by surprise, and I furrowed my eyebrows at him.
“That’s why I’m going to ask her father for her hand when I meet him,” Rhett declared.
I stared at him, flabbergasted. And all my frustration disappeared into happiness for my best friend. I stood and clapped him on the back.
“Congrats, man. The High Court isn’t going to be the same without you running around single and terrorizing every woman in sight,” I teased.
“You’re going to be my best man. And I want Al there, too. So whatever you end up doing with her, don’t fuck it up, yeah?” he asked.
“Yeah, man,” I reassured him.
I had no fucking clue what I was going to do about Al.
27
Alarie
Nik silently popped into existence in my bedroom, landing gracefully on his back, feet crossed, right onto my bed. My bed frame made a soft creak under his weight, a reminder that he had previously judged my bed as not built for more strenuous activity.
He looked entirely too comfortable on top of my white, puffy comforter, both of his hands tucked behind his head, somehow managing to prop himself up but not ruffle a single hair on his stupid, sexy full head of hair.
Luckily, I was already dressed, although if he had just popped into existence a minute or two before, I would not have been. I knew there was no point in pointing this out to him. If anything, it would just encourage further drop-ins from him. He would do anything to put me on edge.
He was wearing a three-piece tailored suit, the suit itself so deeply green that it almost appeared black. The vest underneath the jacket was more of an emerald green, and his tie was thin and black.
“You’ve been at Court today?” I asked. I knew he only dressed that way when he was at the High Court. He dressed much more casually at the M.
“No. Just getting here, princess,” he responded.
“Then why are you all dressed up?” I asked, gesturing toward his get-up.
“Oh, you noticed, did you?” he asked, sitting up on my bed. He gave me a devious look.
I stood at the end of my bed, arms crossed, looking at him as if I were unimpressed with the sight, which we both knew couldn’t be entirely true. No woman could have taken in that man in her bed and not be enticed.
The next second, he was behind me.
“You like my suit?” he whispered.
He was so close that the fabric of his pants brushed against my bare legs. His words on my neck brought an involuntary shiver up my spine.
“Gods damn it, Nik!” I exclaimed, startled.
I turned around and beat on his chest with my hands. It was so firm it felt like I was pounding against a rock wall. I realized my efforts were futile and looked up into a smile so devilish that all I could do was scowl.
“I like your outfit too, princess,” he teased, taking a step back from me.
Of course, he liked my outfit. I’d wanted something more comfortable than my usual High Court attire, so I’d gone with some of the clothing Nik had provided. Most of my High Court attire was blue, thanks to Jay, and any clothing provided by Nik was the green of House Heroux. I made a conscious note to get over my dislike of shopping and go buy some clothing that was not a color associated with any of the main Houses of the Court.
I huffed out a sigh of breath.
“So, why are you all dressed up if you haven‘t been at Court?” I asked.
“Because I’m escorting you to the Golden Court, princess,” he responded, for once directly answering one of my questions.
“You didn’t have to get all dressed up for me, not for the two seconds it takes you to travel me there,” I teased.
“Oh, princess. You really think that I am just here to takeyouto the Golden Court?” he asked.
