Page 31 of Tempting the Fae Lord
I scrunch my face. “Hey.”
“All right, put your arms down and stand like this.” She demonstrates, feet about shoulder width apart.
I copy her, and she kneels to measure my legs.
“He likes you too, you know.”
Sweet of her to say, but it doesn’t mean anything. “He likes all of us. In his own way.”
“More than that. He stares when you’re not looking.”
My stomach jumps. “He does?”
“Mm-hmm. And he asks Eulayla about you when you’re not around. Always has.”
“Really?”
“Yes, and he has his own nickname for you. Mooncalf.”
I chuckle. “It’s an insult. It means sillyhead.”
“He uses it as a term of endearment, and it also means daydreamer. It’s a quality he admires in you, not an insult at all.” She stands and narrows her gaze. “But you knew that.”
Maybe. I certainly never felt insulted by it, though to hear Marissa say so feels nice all the same.
She grins. “You’re blushing.”
“Can’t help it. Don’t laugh at me.”
“Never. You know, the Gatekeeper definitely likes you more than that arrogant boy from town does.”
I fidget. “Erm, you knew about him?”
“Knew?” She arches her brows. “So it’s over?”
“It was never serious.”
“Of course not. You’re too good for him.”
“Wait, how did you know?” Because now I’m worried everyone knows. And by everyone, I mean Ezra. I cringe.
“Don’t worry. No one else knows.”
My relief is palpable. “Oh, thank the stars.”
She smiles cheekily. “And you’re not the only one who sneaks into town for a little companionship.”
“Marissa!”
“What? I’m old enough.”
“Barely.” Smoldering ashes, she’s full of shocking news today. “Who is it?”
“If I tell you, will you keep my secret?”
“So long as he’s not an ass. Wait, he’s a he, right?”
She laughs. “Yes, he happens to be a he. And no, he’s not an ass, though he has a nice one.”
