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“How do you know that?”
“Zera sent her file to me when we were on our way out. I contacted a friend in the capitol, got her file from foster care, and read the horrors she had lived through. She told me the broad strokes but brushed over the parts that make me want to kill someone.”
“She wasn’t safe?”
“No, she was not, so she put her efforts into making sure that those around her are safe and know it.” He stroked her hair. “I felt safe with her.”
“She’s a seer?” His father looked curious.
“She is, but she doesn’t share all she sees.”
“Would she find omegas for us? Oof—” His mate elbowed him in the chest. “Not for us. For the Sethir-Nin.”
Riithan’s lips twitched as his mother primly said, “Better.”
She finished her call with Helen and looked at Riithan. “Helen said she can have a seamstress meet us on Daycross.”
“Ylara’s still asleep.”
“Her measurements are the same. She can be measured in her sleep.”
“It seems unsavoury.” He frowned.
His mother laughed. “If you knew the things your father did to me in my sleep.”
Riithan wanted to cover his ears. “I don’t need to know.”
His parents laughed at him, and he bent his head and inhaled Ylara’s scent. It made him smile and changed every time he caught it, but it was always hers. An underlying thread that was Ylara was under every sweet and feminine scent. His beast was memorizing every nuance of that scent. If anyone tried to take her, he would find her. He had to. She was his mate.
Chapter Seven
Ylara woke up in a pristine bed. The window facing the ocean was open, and she was alone. She stretched and walked to the window. She smiled when she realized they were on Daycross again.
She looked down and felt the fabric she was wearing. The silk was heavy. It might even be heavier than the stuff that the BDC had in stock. It was black with gold trim, just like the dress Riithan’s mother had been wearing. She was really hoping that this wasn’t one of her nighties and, if it was, that it had been laundered. The looks that she and Riithan had shared were intense and not for the faint of heart.
There was a knock, and she said, “Come in.”
The housekeeper paused. “Miss, you are awake.”
“Yeah. How long have I been out?”
“Two days. The ambassador said you needed your rest. We have been bringing food up every ten hours. I have your fresh tray.” She lifted the tray in question. She walked to the table and set the tray in front of a chair, taking a covered tray away. “You need to keep your strength up. You don’t look well.”
“I haven’t been well.” She looked out over the ocean. “Where is Riithan?”
“In conference with the king and queen. I will let the prince know that you have woken up.”
“Right.” She nodded and stared out the window.
“Miss, you need to eat while it’s hot.” She paused near the door.
“I am sure I do.” She smiled. “Thank you.”
The housekeeper paused. “I will be back in half an hour.”
“I will be here.”
When alone, she went to the covered tray and lifted it. She recognized most of the food, and the scents told her that it had all been toned down for an invalid. Ylara went to wash her hands, tore the bread apart, and then started to eat with her fingers. It was her preferred method of consumption if no one was watching since she had learned to do it in training.
