Page 96 of An Enigma for the Lycan Crown Prince
“So, what’s the person you are looking for?”
“Ersa,” Flora says.
It’s only a split second, but I could swear that I see a sudden look of surprise in Geneva’s eyes and a hint of understanding. “Your intuition was right. Ersa is a deity,” she explains before roaming the library shelves. “Let me see. Do you have any books about Greek mythology?”
“Yes.” I hurry to the small shelf that carries said books. “I only recently started to educate myself more on these topics.”
Geneva eyes the books, before taking one of them and skimming through it. “Here you go, sweetheart,” she says, handing it to Flora.
Flora gapes, clearly shocked that Geneva was able to help so quickly. “Thank you, thank you so much!”
“I will leave you to it now,” Geneva says softly.
Once we are alone, we settle down on the floor and read through the page Geneva opened for us. It’s not a long text, just a short paragraph.
Ersa, daughter of the moon and Zeus. Goddess of dew. Said to nourish the plants of the earth.
There are some additional artworks of her and a more detailed description of her heritage, but other than that not much.
“Daughter of the moon,” I recite.
“She is our goddess’ daughter,” Flora says, stunned. “She is the Moon Goddess, Selene’s daughter!”
The wheels in my head start turning. “You are good with plants,” I say more to myself than to Flora. “You have always protected the plants and flowers. Trixie was saved because you protected the ghost orchid.”
“What do you mean?” Flora asks. “Do you think Ersa blessed me in a way?”
“Possibly.”
“But why?”
“Honestly, Flora,” I pause. “I rather think there is some sort of relationship between you and Ersa.”
She stares at me in shock. “Don’t scare me,” she whispers. “That would be insane!”
“Just think about it. Why would she seek you out that often if there wasn’t any connection? All these hints she gives you.”
Flora keeps staring at me. “I need to get my mind off this for a while,” she says. “I need to be able to think properly, and now I can’t because my mind is occupied by what ifs and insane questions.” She looks at me. “Take my mind off it, please.”
I take her hands and pull her closer. Man, I have one hell of an idea of how to get her mind off this, but she wants to wait until she is eighteen so we can mark each other, and I want to respect that. “How about we get out of here?” I offer.
“To our spot?” she beams.
“Exactly.”
We both get up and hurry out of the pack house. Once outside, I shift to my lycan, allowing Regis to take over and enjoy this moment with his mate. As usual, Flora rides on our back, her fingers buried in Regis’ fur while she leans her head onto his huge neck. He loves that and takes an extra detour until we reach the small pond, which we both love so much.
“It’s getting warmer,” Flora says happily while she undresses.
She hates how everyone keeps saying she looks younger than she is, but I don’t know where they are coming from. Maybe it’s less the age and more because she looks otherworldly. She is smaller and more delicate, but she is a woman despite that and she very much looks like one. I love the way her skin shines under the sun, and how her long hair moves over her shoulders and down her back. She turns her head, looking at me through her long eyelashes and smiles at me in the seductive way that only she can.
Goddess, she is amazing! I undress swiftly before grabbing her by her hips and jumping into the water with her, mainly to cool off myself. Flora laughs and splashes water at me. “A warning would be nice the next time,” she grins.
“It was either that or jumping you,” I say. “You were looking too hot.”
“Was I?” she asks, wrapping her legs and arms around me, and pressing her body against mine.
I groan. “You are torturing me.”
