Page 125 of Enchanted Heir
I laughed.
“Stretch first before he whisks you away,” Owen demanded.
I squinted. “Then you should stretch too.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
Krew was now smiling while watching us fold over to stretch. “Are you two always like this?”
“Yes,” we both responded at the same time.
Fortunately, Owen didn’t make me stretch long, and then he was off and out the door. I wondered how far his room was from this one. Must not have been far at all.
“Come with me?” Krew asked, reaching a hand out for me.
“Of course,” I said. “But don’t take too long, we have things to do today, My Prince.” Not wanting to mention the journals without a sound barrier up like there had been this morning when he told Owen, I added, “Multiple things to do today.”
He smiled. “Trust me, you have time for this.”
“You have me intrigued.” I wondered what it was he could possibly be up to.
Just outside the door waited my snow boots and my heavier coat. His coat as well. “We are going outside? In the snow?”
He threw on his coat. “Trust me?”
I sighed as he held my coat out for me. “Fine but do know I hate surprises.”
As soon as I switched shoes, he took my hand and we were off. He took me down a few halls I had never been before, and out a different door to find we were farther along the back hedge.
We walked along the back hedge, snow crunching beneath our feet as we did.
“No hints?” I asked.
“No hints.”
I stopped in my tracks, remembering his magic flaring a few minutes ago. “Wait. Why didn’t you want to spar with me? Do you not like that I am training with Owen?”
Krew turned slightly. “You picked up on that, did you?”
I looked at him, demanding him to answer.
Krew moved closer to me, his gray eyes inches from mine, making me acutely aware that I needed to shower. “There are many things I wish to do with you but hit you with things is not one of them.” He paused to clench his jaw. “The thought of hitting you with anything makes me livid. Even if it is in the name of training.”
“But Owen can?”
Krew nodded. “He is training you, hopefully well enough that he hits you very little, only by accident.”
“But you could too?” I offered. “I know you are just as good as he is.”
He let out a sigh. “Yes, but I am the one in a relationship with you.”
Now it all clicked. “And your parents’ relationship...”
“Was not a good example,” Krew provided before brushing a kiss to my lips. “I don’t know that my father ever truly loved her either. I can’t imagine inflicting any sort of pain on you.”
“You aren’t him, Krew,” I reminded him. “Could never be, will never be.”
