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“If you keep telling yourself that enough times, eventually you’ll believe it,” Milo suggested as he finished the glass container of golden sand and walked over to the mini set-up we had going on near one of the bigger oak trees. “You have an even chance with Neo though. I’ll give you that.”
“So I don’t stand a chance with Nico?” I didn’t like knowing that.
“The only one who stands a chance with Nico in my eyes is Dimitris and potentially Loki. Saint and Jayce are wildcards though. I haven’t gotten enough of a glimpse of their abilities to know just how dangerous they are, but if Saint’s a Dark Lord, well, he’s close to the same level as Loki being a reaper wolf,” Milo explained.
“Who would meet your match?” I inquired just for the hell of it. If I was forced to know who I couldn’t have a chance to defeat, I wanted to know his.
“Dimitris.” He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal to him. “He’s a pureblood demigod Alpha. I don’t like that combination. Would be a good tag team though.”
“It doesn’t piss you off that he’s stronger?” I inquired.
“There’ll always be someone stronger than you in this world,” Milo reasoned. “Stronger. Richer. Smarter. No matter how hard you try, you can’t be perfect in everything. It’s just not obtainable, and anyone who tries ends up becoming the evil villain in the world, slaughtered the moment they seek to take control.”
He had a point.
“The first half of the ritual is painful as hell, so I figured giving Neo and Willow the time and privacy to do what needs to be done was smarter than putting pressure on Neo. He doesn’t do things in a rush, and he most certainly wouldn’t play around when it comes to incantations that are permanent on the flesh,” Milo explained. “The two of them were buzzing with sexual tension at dinner. Giving them a bit more time to deal with that was a smart move if I do say so myself.”
“Doesn’t it bother you?”
“What?” Milo inquired as he clapped his hands a few times before stretching his arms like he was about to drop down and do a bunch of push-ups.
“The affection aspect?” I inquired. To be honest, I had no clue why I was asking this, but maybe I was intrigued to hear what Milo had to say about the pack situation.
“Seeing the princess treated with the respect, admiration, and love she deserves only brings me a sense of joy,” Milo revealed as he walked over to a certain spot near the waters where there were a few dead flowers.
Lowering on one knee, he reached out and closed his eyes while he carried on, “If you’re talking about the relationship aspect of things and where I stand with that, I think it’s pretty clear that I have a bit of a crush on the princess.”
I watched as the dead flowers suddenly began to wilt away until they were gone from our sight. My lips dipped a bit at their elimination, but they opened just slightly as new stems began to sprout from the ground in rapid time - growing and growing until a brand new set of flowers took over the spot.
Milo opened his eyes - those orbs of gold glimmering immensely as a tiny smile graced his lips. “It’s been a mere few days and I may admit, I’m frightened at how easy it is to fall in love with such an empowering woman. A mere taste and I thirst for more, and it’s not like we’re intimate in any way other than hugs and greeting kisses.”
He rose up and stretched once again, cracking his neck before he began to roll his shoulders.
“I could hide my feelings for her but what’s the point? Willow is a very observant person, whether she notices or doesn’t. I’m sure she thinks of me as a potential candidate, but when you truly think about it, there’s only one of her and eight of us.” He tilted his head over to me and further grinned. “Which makes me intrigued by you in particular.”
“Me?” There wasn’t anything particular about me. I was just the strict bodyguard ready to assassinate anyone who dared to look at my woman the wrong way.
“My woman. Stupid.”
I mentally rolled my eyes at my wolf but focused on Milo as he gave me his full attention.
“You’re absolutely in love with Willow and yet you express it like your passion is a once-a-year holiday.”
There had to be some sort of comeback to that, but nothing popped into my head which left me staring back at him.
Like a dumb fool.
“I’ve thought about it the last few days, and I think I’ve gotten to the main conclusion as to why you’re so apprehensive.”
“If you’re going to say it’s out of fear of loving her, you’re wrong.” Maybe my response only made me sound guilty, but I couldn’t help but face that common assumption.
“You don’t fear loving her,” Milo emphasized as he walked to where I stood until he was facing me. His fae energy still twinkled in his eyes as he stared into mine with a glimpse of burning wisdom. “The love you carry for Willow is as clear as day, Viktor. It shows every single time your eyes catch a glimpse of her from afar. The way your energy dances with a flickering warmth every time she walks into a room. Her aroma makes your nostrils flare in hopes of getting a deep whiff of her sweet scent, and every fight she wins, you stand there with so much pride it overflows in waves.”
His eyes softened.
“You have no problem loving her, even if others assume that your lack in displaying such devotion proves you have little interest.”
He reached out until his hand lightly tapped upon my chest. The tap made my magic flow fluently through my body until it burned to the surface and displayed the various incantations all over my flesh.
