Page 53 of My Eternal Light

He stood, easily keeping her in his arms.

She held on but was amazed to see that he wasn’t even straining to hold her. “That had to be the single sexist thing I have ever seen?”

“What? Please tell me, so I can do it again.”

“You stood while holding me. How much do you press?”

Kincaid shrugged and started carrying her toward the front of the house. “I don’t look at the numbers anymore, because between the fae and the shifters, it got to be depressing seeing how little I could do.”

“Kincaid, I mean this in a nice way, but that’s kinda dumb.”

He stopped in the large foyer. “How do you mean?”

“I mean an amazing athlete would feel like a failure if he trained with Olympians every day. How do you compare to your witch brothers?”

He blinked. “I never looked.”

“You never looked at the people who were most like you in physique? The ones who were actually the same race? How would you feel if you heard Meryn complain and not being able to lift the same as Aiden?”

“That would be ridiculous, she’s human. She doesn’t have the physical advantages…”

She rolled her hand forward. “Exactly.”

“Holy crap. I may be strong.”

She rubbed her hands over his arms. “I don’t think that’s a question darlin.”

He gave her a goofy grin that had her heart melting all over again. He then looked around. “Where did he say we were sleeping?”

She felt her mouth go dry. “Like sleep, sleeping or are you wanting sex? Because if it’s the latter, we’re gonna need a lot of prep work to get me out of the murdery headspace your horror stories have me in.”

Kincaid looked her in the eye. “I would never expect anything. Cuddling you holds the same value as sex. You are allowing me to touch your body and share your intimate space. Both are equally precious gifts to me.”

Zadie moaned. His words had her heart and body agreeing for once.“Dammit! I’m too tired for sex.”

He leaned in and rubbed their noses together. “We have centuries and centuries ahead of us.”

“Wait? I do too?”

“Consider it one of those perks the queen was talking about.” He looked up. “He said west, right?”

“Yes.”

He started up the stairs and when they came to the top, he turned right. At the end of the large hallway, double wooden doors sat closed. He placed her on her feet and opened one of the doors. It swung open and revealed a dimly lit room.

On either side of the extremely large room, each wall had four doors. When they opened the first door, it revealed a spacious office. The second door was to a sitting room that had a Jack-and-Jill door connecting the office to the sitting room. The third door was a huge walk-in closet, and the last door was to a bathroom.

Kincaid walked across the room and checked the other doors. “It’s the same. It was like they had his and hers living areas except the bedroom.”

Zadie looked around. There were a lot of dark woods and green fabrics. She wasn’t sure if it was the decor or because she knew who the room used to belong to, but it felt oppressive. When she saw the bed, she took a step back. “No.”

Kincaid frowned until he saw what she was looking at. “Yeah, that’s a no for me too.”

The bed had to be at least sixteen feet wide and made of solid wood. The canopy nearly hit the ceiling which was saying something because the room’s ceilings were at least fifteen feet high.

“Kincaid, what are we gonna do? That thing is a monstrosity.”

“Agreed.” He snapped his fingers. “We’ll ask Cord in the morning. He’ll know what to do.”

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