Page 54 of Shift of Morals
My attention bounced back and forth between them. What was going on?
“A Floromancer is the perfect person to create the flowers for the bonding ceremony. Rowan will take care of the binding, and I’ve heard you have a powerful witch currently staying with you?”
I blinked. “Yes,” I said slowly. Why was I surprised that he knew who was at my house?
“I plan to ask her if she will attend the ceremony for the essence blending.”
My mouth fell open. “Uh. Essence blending. Right. Would you like her phone number?”
“Please leave it with Simone. I will call her first thing in the morning.”
“Of course.”
Gianna opened her mouth to protest. “Caelan, you can’t ask a stranger to design this ceremony! It should be someone close to us.”
“She’s not designing the ceremony. Only the flowers. Rowan is one of my closest friends. The vows are his to create.”
“And the witch?”
“I have no close witch friends. We would have had to hire a stranger, regardless.”
Gianna’s nostrils flared. Blood-red nails tapped against the table in agitation. “And what about me?”
“Evie has the skill level and magical instinct to ensure the ceremony is done right. Rowan and the witch will take care of the rest.”
Caelan didn’t trust Gianna. Interesting.
“Entrusting something so sacred to a Floromancer is madness, Caelan!” Gianna rose from the table and turned her back to us, hurrying out of the room, heels clicking a rapid beat against the stone floor. The door slammed behind her, plunging us into silence.
Rowan whistled low.
“She’s right,” I said. “Why in the world would you entrust something so sacred to me?”
The Shifter Lord poured himself another glass of wine from the carafe left on the table, refilling Rowan’s glass while he was at it. “Because I have a feeling,” he said.
Rowan’s lips twitched.
“A feeling,” I echoed. “That’s it? A feeling? What kind of answer is that?”
A flat look. “My entire reign is based around my feelings, Miss Quinn.”
“Evie,” I snapped. “Stop calling me, Miss Quinn.”
Rowan snickered.
“Shut up, you,” I snapped, the words only serving to make Rowan laugh harder.
I pressed my index finger against the space between my brows, rubbing the rapidly forming headache away. “What’s the deal with this ceremony? Why is it so important?”
“If I may,” Rowan interjected.
Caelan shot him an exasperated glare. “By all means.”
The other Lord took a sip of his wine and leaned forward, eagerness shining in his pretty eyes. “The bonding ceremony is the most important part of the wedding ceremony.”
“Is it only for Lords?”
Rowan shook his head. “Not necessarily, but it is reserved for those with higher thresholds of power, beings like Lords and Ladies?—”
