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He studied the footpath in front of him, checking the lay of the land as we passed all the tents and layout of the camp.

Orc laughter came to my left, where they were returning from the ball and my excitement rose.I could talk to his brother.Really make sure Valpar wasn’t fooling me.

But, with my mind still muddled from the pleasure my mate had given me, and the thrill as he raced us across the yard, all my thoughts were fleeting. Because we were running out of places to escape.

He isn’t gonna jump over that, is he?

Valpar held me tightly as he stepped up on the stone wall and looked briefly onto the other side. A grass slope greeted us on the other side.

“You’re not gonna…”

Valpar jumped! Just moments later, he landed two-footed on the incline, perfectly balanced as he adjusted to the weight of his bag and me. His feet slid through the grass, my grip on him tightened, and then he groaned as my tiny mandarin oranges barely squished into his face.

“Miresa, I cannot see!” he growled and pulled me away from his face.

“Tree! Tree! Tree!” I chanted loudly.

The large tree came into view had pixies screaming in terror as Valpar and I went barreling towards them. We weren’t slowing down, and I didn't know if that was part of his plan or—-

I screamed again, knowing very well that humans do not heal at rapid speeds like everyone else in this realm. Valpar let go of his bag and pulled me to his chest, tucking me into his body as his side skidded further down the hill.

Chapter Eleven

Calliope

Valpar’s body violently collidedwith a towering tree. The impact shook my body as I found myself in his protective embrace. I was shaken up, but I didn’t feel any pain. Slowly, his arms slackened, and I cautiously opened my eyes. The sight that greeted me was Valpar’s eyes shut, but the rhythmic sound of his breathing reassured me that he was still alive.

“Valpar?” I bopped his nose, but he was fast asleep.

Knocked out.

I’ve knocked myself out a few times when I fell out of the tree house, but for me being human, it was much worse. They had to call the palace physician to mend a broken bone or two and check my head for swelling.

That’s why they put the elevator in because they were tired of me falling out of the tree.

Valpar was an orc, and orcs were known to have hard heads.

I opened his eye with my thumb to check and see if they were still dilated, and the moonlight hit his pupil.

Phew, helookedokay.Maybe I should go get Uncle Osirus.

“Well, if it isn’t little Calliope,” a voice sneered from the top of the tree. I pushed Valpar’s heavy arm off my body and he groaned. “What did you do now, drug an orc to make him think he was your mate and make the whole ball jealous? Such an attention hog.”

Karma gracefully descended from the tall tree, landing with a soft thud on Valpar’s head. The minuscule pants he sported were exceedingly small, even for his pixie form. They were frayed cut-offs, revealing his toned legs and well-defined chest. If he were a fairy or a fae, I guess he could be considered an attractive male, forsomeone.

But he was a pixie, and pixies couldn’t be trusted. As my godfather and King of the Cerulean Moon Kingdom has once said,never trust a fucking pixie.

I snorted. I couldn’t say that word out loud but in my head I could.

Karma scoffed and folded his arms.

“I didn’t drug him. Valpar really is my mate!” I explained, pointing to the giant heap of muscles on the ground. “Orcs are immune to magic and potions.” I crossed my arms in return.

Karma walked lightly across Valpar’s body, jumping over the mountains of muscle. “Then you must have tricked him, withyour uncle’s persuasion, that he is your mate because there is no way that Calliope, a human, would get an orc.”

I growled watching Karma walk over Valpar’s body. There was a pressure in my chest that I couldn’t explain. I didn’t like him touching Valpar, and the more he walked over his body, the more I wanted to squeeze his guts out.

I wonder if he would poop glitter.

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