Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1185(@200wpm)___ 948(@250wpm)___ 790(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1185(@200wpm)___ 948(@250wpm)___ 790(@300wpm)
“It is.” I focused on Gala’s beautiful doe eyes as mine burned. “I don’t have a gift for you, though.”
“I don’t believe it’s customary for the bride to give the groom a gift, is it?” Nyktos walked to Gala’s side, thick lashes shielding his eyes, but I still felt his gaze. “And besides, you are giving me a gift. The embers.”
“More like your father is giving you that gift.” I scratched Gala behind an ear. “I’ve never had a horse.”
Nyktos drew closer. “I imagine that wasn’t for a lack of readily available horses. A Crown’s stables are usually filled.”
I shrugged.
“Did your mother believe that the promised Consort of a Primal didn’t deserve her own horse?”
My chest tightened. “I don’t think my mother believed it was necessary for me to have one. I wasn’t allowed to leave the grounds of Wayfair until I was seventeen. All I needed to know was how to ride one, and Holland taught me that.” I patted Gala’s side, forcing my breath out, slow and easy. “Will you be riding Odin then?”
“I will when I head back.” Nyktos lifted the reins. “You’ll have to share Gala with me for now.”
“Not a hardship.” I gripped the pommel, hoisting myself into the saddle.
Wisps of eather brightened in his eyes as he grinned faintly. “I have a feeling I’ll need to remind you that you said that at some point in the near future.”
“Probably.”
Nyktos chuckled as he easily swung himself up behind me. All of my senses immediately became hyperaware of the proximity of his body, the press of his thighs to mine, the arm around my waist, and the feel of his chest against my back. I’d fallen asleep in his arms last night, and it had felt different than him keeping me within arm’s reach. Our limbs had been tangled. Both of his arms had been wrapped around me. One of his knees had been tucked between mine. He hadn’t been in bed when I woke but had been in the quarters beyond the bathing chamber. I lay in bed, listening to him speak quietly to who I believed was Rhain.
“You said you weren’t allowed to leave Wayfair until after I refused you as Consort,” he said, and I guessed me trying to be polite about the timeframe had been unnecessary. “You left, though, to travel into the Dark Elms.”
I frowned as he reached around me and picked up the reins. I knew that Nyktos had had his guards, Lathan and Ector, keep an eye on me, but that was after he’d rejected me. “The Dark Elms are technically part of Wayfair,” I told him. “Was that one of the times you were watching me?”
He guided Gala out of the stall. “You don’t need to make it sound like I was stalking you.”
“You weren’t?”
“No,” he muttered.
My lips twitched, but then I thought of something else. “Exactly how much did Lathan and Ector see of my…travels in the mortal realm?”
“Enough.”
I widened my eyes as we exited the stables, figuring that he must have known about my trips into the Luxe and possibly even what I’d been doing there. But I felt no shame. There was no reason to. He’d rejected me then. Or set me free. Whatever.
Movement at the Rise caught my attention. The guards there bowed as we rode past. I didn’t recognize any of them, but my cheeks heated, nonetheless, remembering what they’d seen. Even if they were simply bowing for Nyktos, I wasn’t used to such a show of respect.
Nyktos’s hand left my hip. He lifted the hood on my cloak as my gaze swept over the terrain. The road to the palace split into two, one heading northwest and the other northeast toward Lethe. Gala followed the narrower road to the left. Buttoning the top clasp on the cloak that held the hood in place, I peeked at the walls of the Rise, glad to see them bare.
“Where do your guards think we’re going?” I asked.
“They likely think I’m taking you to see the Pillars.” Nyktos’s hand returned to my hip. “But I’m sure some will be curious. Kars had questions.”
Remembering the guard from the courtyard, I asked, “And what did you tell him?”
“That it was none of his business.”
I snorted at that. “But I imagine all know what your prior plans regarding Kolis were, don’t they?”
His chin grazed the top of my head. “I think you know the answer to that, Sera.”
I did. His guards knew. I almost pointed out that it was just me that he’d kept in the dark, but I managed to stop myself. I eyed the crimson-leafed branches of the nearby woods, remembering what Nektas had said about my seeming lack of interest in the world here. In Nyktos’s life.
I glanced up at the star-speckled, gray skies. No one else traveled the road. There was no wind. No scents other than Nyktos’s fresh citrus one. The only sound was the clap of Gala’s hooves against the packed ground as I worked up the nerve to ask again. I didn’t know why it made me nervous to do so. Him being evasive or flat-out refusing to answer was the worst that could happen.