Page 100 of The Hunt of Night

My heart gallops in my chest as I shake my head. “Why do I get the sense you’re not referring to me being the fae princess, the wise offspring of King August Reagan,” I mutter, a tremble running through my body as he nods.

“Because you areourprincess.”

He says it like it’s as simple as that, like five little words form a complete explanation of the situation I’ve woken up to. All I’ve done since I arrived here is sleep and take Kryll’s virginity, but…

“Is this because…” My words trail off. I have balls and willpower, but I’m not saying theV-word out loud right now in case Gerald or anyone else can hear us. My gaze shoots to the door, confirming it’s shut, but it doesn’t ease the stress building inside of me.

He nods, scrubbing at his jaw. “My mother is the ethereal queen of dragons.”

“Which makes you…”

“Prince Kryll of the dragons, at your service.” His grin spreads, pride shining in his eyes as he gives me the peace sign, and I can’t help but roll my eyes at him. Those are some Brody level dramatics right there.

“How charming,” I muse, earning a wink.

“It’s a little embarrassing,” he admits, his cheeks brightening with a pink hue again.

“It’s still leaving me wondering why he referred to me as a princess because of you.”

“Yeah, about that.”

My fingers flex around his when he glances away, and only when his dark pools settle on mine do I speak.

“About that…” I encourage him with a soft tone, and it seems to ease whatever concern he’s struggling with.

“My dragon chose you.”

The memory of his eyes last night just before he found his release flashes in my mind and I shiver, unsure whether I want to see that happen again so soon or not.

“Which means…”

“It chose you.”

“Spell it out, Kryll. Get crayons and construction paper if you need to,” I insist with a pointed look, and he grins despite the glare.

“I told you. You are mine.”

My eyes widen. “I didn’t know that meant I was signing up for…that,” I admit, and he nods, bringing my hand to his lips to press feather-light kisses against my knuckles.

“Honestly, me neither. Naïve, I know, and I’m sorry, but I?—”

“There’s no reason at all for you to apologize,” I interrupt, unsure where the words are coming from, and I think it surprises him too.

“There isn’t?”

“No,” I breathe, releasing a shuddering breath as I seemingly accept this new damn title in my life like it’s nothing.

“Good,” he whispers, leaning close to press his lips against mine, and I melt under his touch. “Now that you’ve said that…”

“What did you do?” I rear back, eyebrows raised and ready for whatever he’s about to say. Not more. There can’t be anymore to this. “Kryll!” I call out, a definite warning this time, and a moment later, he pulls a cell phone from his pocket. Not just any cell phone. Mine.

“I got your number from Nora and added you to a group chat with the guys.”

Frowning, I glance down at the screen, and my mouth widens in a mixture of shock and horror. “Eighty seven notifications. What the fuck is going on?”

Not just notifications, specifically text messages, all from one goddamn group chat. I already can’t handle it. Before I can throw my cell phone back at him and hide from it, he’s off the bed, releasing my hand and charging toward the bedroom door.

“I’ll meet you downstairs,” he hollers, making me scowl.

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