Page 112 of Enchanted Heir
I squinted. “Does it look like it, My Prince?”
A slow smile slithered across his face. “More or less.” He leaned in to brush a kiss to my temple. “Preferably less, though.”
“Krew,” I groaned.
He chuckled. “Okay, okay. But for the record, thank you for taking an eternity to get dressed today. That is an image I will likely never forget.” He shook his head. “Ever.”
“Is this conversation going somewhere?”
He cocked his head. “Yes, love. And this is going to feel abrupt considering the previous events. So I apologize in advance.”
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to rub my temples or shake Krew. Possibly both.
“I wanted to know if you wanted to sit in on my meeting with The Six today,” he said with a sigh, his face going serious. “There is something that relates to you personally and I do not know if you wish to be a part of it or would rather not. So this is me asking.”
“What is it that relates to me? More Nerede and disloyal happenings?”
His eyes drilled into mine. “Not exactly. A few days ago, I sent Owen to dig up information on your father. To see if we could figure out who murdered him. And this isn’t the first time I’ve tried to figure it out, actually.”
My heart skipped a beat. “What?”
“When Owen first told me why you were so guarded around the Enchanted, I looked into it back then. And I couldn’t send Owen anywhere to dig further because he was already on your guard duty.” He paused. “And we did do a little digging into it when you asked if it could’ve been either of us, but more so on our locations that night, not on who was responsible. So I sent Owen off to dig deeper yet.”
“The first time you looked into it had been shortly after I arrived at the castle. We were not... what we are now... back then.”
Krew’s eyes never left mine. “I still like to know which of the Enchanted are murdering my people. Under orders or otherwise.”
I didn’t have words.
“All of that to say, I am checking into it again,” he finished explaining. “Each of The Six have a network of people who have been helping them these past few years, most of which have spies in each level of the kingdom. If there is a way to figure out even just a few more details surrounding your father’s death, it’d be through them. So today I am asking for their help. And I wondered if you’d like to sit in on the meeting or if you’d rather not.”
I found my mouth was slightly open. “Why?”
“Why would you want to sit in on the meeting?”
I shook my head. “No. Why would you do this?”
He turned slightly toward me so he could reach out and cover my hand with his. “Because it has been five years and you are still watching your father die. If I can use my position to get you some answers so you can get the closure your grief needs, the question is why wouldn’t I? How could I not do that for you?”
I took a shaky breath. “You do know even then my nightmares might not ever go away, right? You can’t just chase them away.”
His eyebrows went up. “No? Well, I can damned well try.”
“You have them sometimes too,” I said quietly, remembering the night his magic woke me.
He closed his eyes a moment, not rushing to deny it. “I do. I know what it’s like to relive a nightmare over and over. But it’s a special sort of hell watching your loved one die on repeat, Jorah.”
I squeezed his hand in mine. “Even if they never go away, thank you for trying.”
He brushed a kiss to my temple again. “And if they don’t, we’ll just have to keep chasing each other’s nightmares away, love. Until we rid the world of them one day.”
I crawled onto Krew’s lap and kissed him, not knowing what else to say.
Owen’s boots padded into the room a minute later, but neither Krew nor I moved a muscle. “So The Six are on their way. Unless you want Keir to find you two like this, you should probably.. .separate?”
I pulled back slightly, but Krew kissed my neck, his breath tickling my skin, in no hurry to move.
Owen whistled a little tune. “I heard there was a towel incident.”
