Page 53 of Enchanted Heir
He gave me a glare.
“I should have asked Krew,” I groaned.
Owen laughed. “Good luck with that. He’d be a hard-ass more than I am.” He paused. “Then again, you can probably distract him easier than you can me.”
“Rude of you to assume I would flirt my way out of anything.”
“Rude of you to assume you don’t already,” he said with a look.
I put my arms out in an exaggerated shrug. “I don’t even know what that means.”
Owen laughed. “Don’t worry about it, justmove your ass.”
With a groan, we were off walking.
As promised, Owen took me to the kitchen close to Krew’s wing afterward. I made him some cinnamon oat cookies and we chitchatted about all the costumes and strange things we saw on Hallows’ Eve. He always put up a sound barrier when it was just the two of us talking, and it made me feel safer. But I wondered if it was also helping him. If Krew said magic was like a muscle that needed used, maybe these situations were also helping Owen stretch his own magic. Whatever the cause, I was thankful for it.
I attempted to freeze half of the batch of cookies for the next day, but Owen ate more than I even planned he would.Imagine that.
Grabbing a small container, we finally headed back to Krew’s wing. Since we got a head start on the day, it was about the usual time we got back from feeding the wolves and checking the lake.
I was looking forward to a long scalding shower and hopefully a nap soon. My legs were achy. So achy I was already not looking forward to peeing tomorrow. Bending down might actually kill me. And how many more days did I have to be sore before my body started to get used to this sort of thing? Weeks? Years?
Muscles were overrated. I was sure of it.
Krew was surprisingly there when we arrived, reading something at the table in his sitting room, the one not attached to his bedroom.
“Already done?” Owen asked him.
“Father is hungover,” Krew responded without looking up, turning a page in the book.
“That’ll do it,” Owen snorted.
I placed the container next to Krew, not wanting to bug him, but also wanting to share. We were friends now, and friends watched out for one another like that. Or so I thought.
His eyes looked up for only a moment and then dropped down the length of my body. “What are you wearing?”
I looked at myself along with him. “Clothes. Fortunately.”
Owen snorted a laugh and laid on the couch, eating up all of the couch and then some, his boots dangling over the edge.
Krew’s gaze switched to him. “Why is she in training clothes?”
“Because she is training with me,” Owen offered.
“Since when?”
“Since yesterday,” I groaned.
“Your idea or his?” Krew asked me.
“Mine. My father taught me some basic self-defense, but I wanted a refresher course and asked this sadist to help. Except then somehow he roped me into physical training too. And I’m not sure my legs are going to survive this.”
Krew rolled his eyes.
“Now are you done interrogating me?” I asked. “Because I would like an extremely long and hot shower. Possibly a nap.”
“You should take a cold one,” Krew offered.
