Page 107 of Lunar Desires
The fae leaned closer to him, the pair of them falling into their own world. “I’m sorry for what happened.”
Jake blinked, his lips parting, releasing a trembling breath. A softness passed over his face, revealing clear affection for the man before him.
Dean took his hand. “Can we talk later? It’s been too long and?—”
Jake snatched his hand away, the softness vanquished by a furious scowl. “Don’t touch me.” He looked around the room. “This ain’t the time or place. Eat your food. Fix the diamond.” He pushed his chair back, standing. “Excuse me.” He walked off.
Once Jake left the dining room, Dean dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. “I apologize for causing a scene.”
April guffawed. “This house has seen plenty of scenes, don’t worry about it. You alright?”
He steepled his fingers before his face, his eyes on the table—so elegantly laid by Erin. Like something out of a high-class restaurant. Lots of white and gold. Super clean and gleaming. I panicked over getting brown sauce on the linen tablecloth.
“I shouldn’t bring this up here,” he said. “It’s just, I haven’t seen him in a whole year. Since the…” He sighed, stopping himself from elaborating. “I miss him so much.”
Jake returned, taking his seat.
Neither man said another word, so Erin moved the subject onto the Rainbow Stones and the fae woman.
Aaron chimed in with some information. “I’ve emailed a request to Winter Palace for an audience with the Winter Queen. I mentioned the stones. We’ll see if it gets her attention.”
“How would we get there?” Alice inquired.
Aaron pushed his glasses up his nose. “Hopefully we can chat by video call.”
“Her Majesty is notoriously closed off about what lies beyond the wall,” Dean contributed.
“And you have no idea who this woman might be?” Jake asked him in a surprisingly soft tone, considering their wobble a moment ago.
“No. Nothing. Whoever she is, the queen doesn’t want anyone to know about her.”
“Then Drake is our only connection right now,” Erin said.
I gave Drake’s thigh a squeeze. This damn creature wouldn’t be harming a single scrumptious hair on his head. Unless she wanted me to peel her face from her skull.
Warranted bloodlust, there.
“I don’t like the idea of you visiting her,” Erin directed at my boyfriend. “How she can pull you to Blue Orchard is troubling to say the least. Still, we must do what we can to get answers. If she is the ultimate threat, then we must know who she is.”
“There might be a spell to help,” Jake said. “It allows you to connect to someone’s mind and share in their inner experience. A new spell, like glamouring.”
“That would be wonderful,” Erin replied.
“Let me see if I can get it for you.”
A good plan. A spell like that would be a massive help.
Anything to keep my man safe.
“With all this shit, Stefan needs to pull his head out of his arse,” Jake threw in with a huff. “He gets on my fucking last nerve.”
“I’ll cheers to that.” Isaac lifted his cup of tea.
The two men clinked their crockery.
Hey, at least it wasn’t Sunday.
Yet.
