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We still have alongway to go before we get there.
The waitress brings our food over, but Stellan keeps his eyes on me as she puts his plate in front of him. She asks a question—one he completely ignores.
“We’re fine,” I tell her, hoping that Stellan will get the hint and stop staring at me.
She mumbles something before turning away and heading toward another table. I tear my eyes away from our waitress and look at Stellan again. He’s still watching me. Finally, he gets a determined look on his face, nods, and then picks up his fork and begins eating. I watch him, wondering what caused him to act like that.
I willneverunderstand what goes through Stellan’s head.
“Do you think our children will have purple eyes?” Stellan asks.
I stop with a bite halfway to my mouth and I stare at him with wide eyes. “What?”
“Our kids,” he says. “Do you think they’ll get your eye color? Because your eyes are gorgeous.”
My cheeks grow warm.
Stellan’s grin widens. “Don’t mask your emotions when you’re around me—I like seeing your eyes change colors.”
I look down, no longer wanting to look into Stellan’s intense gaze.
“Is that all you’re going to eat?” he asks, his eyes suddenly dropping to my plate.
I can’t help but laugh at his question. “Your mom and sister asked the same thing, and I will tell you what I told them—fae donothave as big of an appetite as shifters. So, yes. This will be more than enough.”
“Huh.” He frowns. “How do you get enough nutrients? That doesn’t seem very… filling.”
He’s actually worried about me. That’s kind of cute. Maybe he’s starting to actually like me.
I stuff a bite into my mouth and Stellan continues to watch me. I wonder what he’s thinking, but I’m not brave enough to ask. All I know is, if Stellan keeps looking at me like that, he would be far too easy to fall in love with.
He keeps watching me, and I realize he’s waiting for me to answer him.
“I promise, it’s filling.” I grin, shaking my head. “I’m not a shifter, so I don’t burn calories shifting.”
“Do you not burn calories when you use your magic?”
The genuine concern on his face warms my chest in a strange way. “No. I don’t know how it is for other magic users, but for me, my magic comes out of my very soul.”
Stellan nods, I guess satisfied with my response. Though, as I only eat about half of the very large portion on my plate, he frowns. I can tell he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pays our bill and then leads me out to his car. Once inside, he checks something on his phone and he sighs, annoyance on his face.
“Do you have to leave again?” I ask, motioning toward his phone.
“No, but my dad needs to see me.” He starts the car. “He probably wants to keep me updated on the attack today.”
“It’s okay.” I put my hand on his arm, hoping to reassure him. “I understand the duty that comes along with being heir.”
“Because of your brother?” Stellan asks.
“My brother?” I shake my head. “No. Because, up until the day I married you, I filled that role.”
The car jerks to a stop in the middle of the parking lot. The only thing that keeps me from going forward is my magic—like instinct, it kicks in, protecting me.
“What do you mean you were the heir?”
“I thought you knew—I told Natalia. With fae, the strength of our magic isn’t dependent on our gender. So, the first born is always heir. Or, in my case, the second born, because Poppy was supposed to be for the alliance. It’s why, after my mother died, my father was forced to marry and produce one more child. There has to be a spare.” I chew on my bottom lip, not knowing what to make of his reaction. I assumed by now that he knew. It’s not like I was trying to hide it. Then again, Natalia did tell me how ‘protective’ the fae are of me.
Stellan grunts, pulling his phone out of his pocket. It must be on vibrate because I didn’t hear it. But he angrily ignores whatever call is coming through and turns to me.
