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“Xadiel, I can’t—”
“You will.” My teeth drop, and I skim the tip of a fang against the almost faded bite. Where my mark will someday go. “I want this to be your safe haven, Isabella. The place where you relax and get lost in for now until I’ve earned the right to be your refuge. I’ll wait patiently for you, but for now, let this be an extension of me.”
I feel wetness on my arm and twirl her around, panicking over the tears, but I find her smiling. So much happiness reflected in those watery blue orbs and my wolf purrs, matching her mood. Her playfulness and open emotions pleas us greatly. This is how our relationship should’ve been from the start.
“Thank you.” Isabella tries to reach for my lips, but her short stature doesn’t help her. She huff and squints, sizing me up, before doing the absolute cutest thing; she hops. Literally uses her grip on my shirt to help her propel upward, and still doesn’t reach my mouth. Instead, she manages to touch the edge of my chin, growling in annoyance. “I’m going to need you to either bend at the waist whenever we’re together or invent something that helps me reach your height, Xadiel.”
“What if I like watching you hop like that?”
“It can be arranged in a better situation, but not for a kiss.” Goddess, the mouth on her. She’s quick, and her wit is very arousing. “I’m not going to spend the rest of my life beside you hoping around like a bunny, Alpha. Leave the acrobatics for the bedroom.”
“Done.” But then it hits me. She said rest of her life. “Isabella, did you mean—”
“I’m not ready for your bite, Xadiel, but I know my place is beside you. There’s no anger in me when it comes to you or our past anymore, but I ask that you give me and my body a chance to recuperate. That’s all.”
“Take whatever you need. All I ask is that at the end, I’m always your destination.” A knock on the door interrupts us before the scent of my second surprise hits me. “One second.”
“What are you up to?”
I don’t respond, but instead pull in the serving cart with our snack that Cain delivered. From pastries and sweets to small sandwiches and clotted cream—there are jams and a few different kinds of breads made today—topping the metal rolling apparatus. Below on the second shelf they’ve placed our plates and cutlery and the main attraction: the piping hot tea.
I’m giving her the first of many afternoon cuppas she’ll have here.
“Please take a seat, my lady. The table has been prepared near the largest window.”
“What the…oh my,” she whispers the last part to herself. In her awe over the room, Isabella missed the clear setup, a table for two beneath a crystal lamp that I’d asked to be added there. “This is amazing.”
She tries to help me, but I pat her butt twice. “It’s my pleasure to serve you. Go sit.”
“Are you sure?”
“I am.” And because I can, I steal a quick kiss. Just a peck. “Go on. I’ll be right there.”
Dazed and smiling, Isabella follows my direction and sits down in her pretty white dress. A theme I’ve noticed from her; my girl prefers to wear light colors. It looks good on her, too.
This one is short sleeved and a little capped, the bodice tight and with another high split that seems to be her signature style. I love it. Her. The more I’m in her presence, the more I fall head first at her feet.
She’s good and sweet and honest. Loyal and loving with those she keeps in her heart.
The tearful goodbyes at the Moore home showed me that side of her. How she hugged every single woman, holding them tight while whispering in their ears. The men all showed respect, Augusto proving himself worthy of his title as general when he bowed to me and promised to take care of her family. He’d watch over and help teach the next king, help mold him into the man his parents saw he’d be one day.
The saddest moments were with her siblings, though. And although we’ll see her sister wed soon, the twins are separated by countries.
They cried and then threatened me and Theodore separately, demanded we make our mates happy or else…
That talk with Gabriella didn’t come without a taste of her powers; I had a lot to make up for, and she’s well aware of the fact. Rightfully angry on her sister’s behalf.
I place the tableware down first and then the food, organizing everything the way my mum advised last night. We’d arrived late and Isabella had gone straight to bed in the luna’s suite, much to my bloody hatred of the room now, but I understood. And being unable to find rest without her, I wandered the house and bumped into my mother sitting and waiting with a drink for the two of us.
Almost as if she’d known I’d be restless.
It’s where the idea came from.
“Woo her, my boy. Show that beautiful girl that you care and cannot live without her. That you see her… all of her. Give her a grand gesture that shows you pay attention to the little things and that her needs come before your own.”
I took that to heart and also take great pleasure in her giddy grin when I push the pastries closer to her. “You have a sweet tooth, my witch? Is that what I’m picking up on?”
“Maybe?” She shrugs, but the wide smile gives her away. Then, there’s the way she grabs one quickly and hums with pleasure the second the flaky crust with a custard filling fills her mouth.
