Page 53 of Royal Captive
Calten swung himself up onto the back of the wagon, gripping the edge tightly and balancing on the back bumper of the car. “Plenty of room, still.”
I shot him an incredulous glance, but climbed up and balanced next to him, wrapping an arm through the wooden gate to keep myself stable.
“Free ride, Princess. This is how we do it in the fae realm.”
Dally gave a soft click from in front of us, and the cart lurched forward.
As we headed down the hill, I tried again to make conversation. “What are you going into town for?”
“Food.”
“What kind of food?”
“The foody kind.”
“Do you do this often?”
“Do you ever shut your mouth?”
“How long have you been sucking Shyllon’s cock?” I fired back, determined to catch him off guard.
His eyes widened fractionally before he schooled his features and leveled me with a glare. “Was Alihandro the first fae dick you took? By the screams coming from the balcony last night, I bet it was.”
My face flushed bright red, but I fought to keep my composure and my grip on the back of the cart as we hit a ditch. “It was better than anymanI’ve had.” I eyed him up and down dispassionately. “But that’s not saying much, is it?”
His lips parted a moment before he barked out a laugh, his eyes sparking with mischief. “Well, you aren’t as dull as I expected. You might survive all of this.”
Embarrassment flooded my cheeks, but I fought to keep a neutral expression. “You don’t like me, do you?”.
His face was serious as he readjusted his grip on the wagon, leaning over close to my ear. “I dislike anything that’s a danger to my prince,” he admitted.
“I don’t see how that involves me,” I shot back. Shyllon was a prince, after all, and I was just a measly human girl.
Calten laughed again, but this time it was a dry sound void of any humor or mirth.
“Shyllon is well-liked by nobles and the common people alike—something Fennis can’t stand about him. But there is one thing that will always trump the cherished prince.”
He paused as Dally hit another pothole, cutting the conversation off as we both clutched harder to the wooden slats of the wagon.
I waited for him to continue.
Instead, Callen stared out over the landscape, blond hair ruffling slightly in the breeze from the cart.
“Well?” I demanded, unable to take the silence.
He had the audacity to raise a sarcastic eyebrow at me.
“Well what?”
I bit back a growl. He had me, and he was enjoying it far too much. For now, I’d play his game.
“What trumps a prince?” I grit out.
His smile was sad, and a bit wistful.
“The beloved queen.”
I blinked as the cart came to a slow stop, halting any other attempts at conversation or insults.
