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I looked up at the stars, my eyes blurry. “I know but acting now when you are angry and tired isn’t probably the best timing.” I took a deep breath. “He just wanted to scare me, Keir. He knows we have a connection, and he doesn’t like it.”
“I don’t care what he doesn’t like.He hurt you,” Keir fired back, vibrating with rage.
I reached up to touch his cheek, the blue magic I could see rolling through him fading with my touch. “He did hurt me. And it was far from okay, but please calm down. If you go in there and make a scene, he will hurt you. And while what happened to me is already done with, I cannot bear to watch it happen to someone else on my behalf.”
He leaned into my touch and took some deep breaths, closing his eyes and just breathing.
When he opened them, they seemed glassy. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry that happened to you.” He paused. “Krew was right. This is my fault. I should’ve been more careful with you.”
He gently took my hand, then travelled his fingers to my wrist, looking at the two bruises and gently brushing his fingers across them. Then he bent down to kiss my skin above my bruises. “I will be more careful, Jorah.”
I tried to smile at him, as best as I could given the range of emotions I was feeling.
“May I hug you?” he asked quietly.
I gave him a nod. “Yes, please.”
He wrapped his arms around me and breathed into my hair. He was so tall that I was level with his heart, but I didn’t mind.
“Brother,” Prince Krewan barked from the door. “Can you two stop flirting and please get in here so we can dismiss the Assemblages already?”
Keir let out a breath I felt in my hair. “Yeah,” he snapped.
Keir kissed me on the head, then moved to join his brother. As he reached Prince Krewan’s side, he grabbed his champagne glass out of his hand and threw back the entire contents of the glass.
Prince Krewan looked at me as if I had a horn protruding from my forehead, as if it were my fault his brother was acting weird.
Without another word to me or Prince Krewan, Keir walked into the room to begin dismissing us.
I contemplated heading to rage bake after Keir dismissed me for the night, this time not feeling so ragey, mostly just wanting to see Keir again. But then I considered a run in with the king, who had excused himself right after the meal, and I decided against it.
I sat in bed tossing and turning for a bit, before giving up to head to the window. I looked out at the forest, again looking for the wolf, but also just taking in the way the moonlight brushed against the tops of the trees.
I heard a noise that sounded like a dull knocking, and I realized it was coming from my fireplace again.
Someone was there. But this time I was pretty sure it wasn’t Owen.
The question was: who was it this time?
CHAPTER19
There was a creaking noise as the shelf opened.
I had my mouth open to call for Easton, wishing like anything that Owen was here instead, when Keir’s head popped in the space between the wall and the shelf.
“Jorah. It’s me. Are you decent?” he whispered while looking toward the door.
I couldn’t help but smirk from where I sat at the window. I was wearing my silk pajamas, so yes, I was unacceptable and dressed scandalously by castle standards, but I was fully covered. “And if I wasn’t?”
He turned his head to look at me. “Well at least I was a gentleman and asked?”
I giggled.
“Hi,” he stated as he brushed himself off. He was still wearing his trousers from dinner but had ditched his tailcoat and was wearing just his vest and his long-sleeved black muslin shirt. It was a far more casual look than I was used to seeing him in, even if he was only sans tailcoat, but I enjoyed it all the same.
“Hi.”
He looked confused for a moment. “Why are you sitting on the floor?”
