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I waved to the wolf, who wagged his tail, and then I sighed heavily.
“Well, at least the wolf liked you,” Primrose said with a laugh.
I gave her a mock scowl. “Not funny.”
Feeling frustrated with myself, I made my way around the room, refilling cups once more. By the time the elders were done and moved back to the meeting room, all the scones had been devoured, the tea finished, and nothing was left but dirty cups and crumbles.
Primrose and I got to work packing up our goods, and the elder’s helpers carried our supplies to a wagon waiting out front. I was packing up the last of the teacups when I discovered something off. The teacup with the broken handle sat where I’d left it, but now, the cup was intact. Confused, I lifted it carefully and inspected the cup. There was no sign of a crack. In fact, it looked as if it had never been damaged.
My brow furrowed.
“Ready?” Primrose asked.
“I… Yes. I think so,” I said, setting the pink cup into the wicker basket.
Primrose nodded, turned to my trunk, and whispered quietly as she waved her hand over the cups. A warm pink glow enveloped them. “That should keep them comfy for the ride home. After all that excitement, I need a drink. You?”
“I’ve been dreaming of a lemon smash.”
Primrose grinned. “The Surly Dragon it is. Another event complete, a sack of coins in my pocket, and it’s sing-along night. Let’s go.”
As we exited the elder’s house, I craned my neck to look toward the stables. No sign of Bjorn.
Primrose chuckled. “Don’t worry. If it’s true love, you’ll see him again. Next time, however, try not to undress him with your eyes.”
“But it’s just so hard not to, and I have a very good imagination.”
Primrose laughed.
And with that, we made our way into town, my heart beating a little harder every time I thought about that Rune elf, my mind playing dangerously with what-ifs. Prim was right. If it was meant to be, I’d bump into him again. And if not, I’d have to toss him on the heap with Grakkar and all my other false hopes.
One day, my Lord Thornwick would arrive.
One day…
CHAPTER 6
BJORN
Elder Thornberry talked nonstop as we strolled from the house to the stables. Rightly proud of his farm, he pointed out all the beautiful sights. I tried to listen, but my mind went again and again to my encounter with the pixie. I had never met a pixie before, and as it turned out, they were as beautiful and charming as their reputation suggested. But when she beamed that warm smile at me, it triggered an immediate and illogical reaction.
She was smiling atPrinceBjorn.
She was friendly and playful withPrinceBjorn.
She was being kind and a little flirtatious because I wasPrinceBjorn.
And then…my runes glowed.
What in the Nine Gods was that?
Never, ever had my runes shown any reaction to a woman.
By the time I reminded myself that she had no idea I wasPrinceanything, it was too late. Embarrassed by my rude behavior, all I wanted to do was escape. But before I found my exit, I watched her interact with the others. She was just…nice. She was kind, smiley, and seemingly well-loved by everyone in the room.
And I had acted like a bore.
Hell, even Smoke had been more cordial to her. Leave it to my firewolf. He was never wrong about people.
