Page 97 of The Stolen Princess
His voice softened, and he pushed her hair back from her face. “Youdeservea gentleman.”
“So you’re not going to sleep by me the rest of the time we’re together?”
“I can’t imagine you getting less attractive, so...yeah, I’ll be sleeping somewhere else.”
Myka hated that. She didn’t want to sleep without Drake by her side. She was desperate to change his mind. She went on her toes, kissing him unexpectedly. Drake mumbled against her lips in surprise, but then he quickly got over his shock and kissed her back. Things were starting to get good again when a voice broke them apart.
“Drake?” Grady called. “You okay?”
Myka’s hands went to her hair, and she spun away from him. He shook his head like the interruption was the worst thing that had ever happened to him.
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Myka hasn’t stabbed you again, has she?” Grady’s voice seemed to be getting closer.
“No,” he smiled, scrunching his nose at her. Then he nodded toward camp. “I think our time is up,” he whispered.
She shook her head, hating Grady more than she’d ever hated anyone in her life.
“There you are!” Grady said as they walked out of the woods toward their shack. He lifted up his lantern in front of him, lighting up his face.
“Yep,” Drake sighed. “Here we are.”
Myka had to bite back her smile at his obvious frustration.
“I need to talk to you for a minute,” Grady said.
Drake shrugged. “Okay.”
Grady looked directly at her, a clear sign that this was some sort of private conversation. “I’ll go get ready for bed,” she said, turning on her heels to leave.
She slammed the door behind her and brought her face to her hands, letting out a silent scream. Although the kiss was over, her body was still buzzing with attraction. She spun around, letting out the most satisfied sigh of her life.
Drake had kissed her.
She’d probably never get this smile off of her face.
She walked to his cot, and pulled it as close to hers as it would go. Maybe she could persuade Drake to sleep by her after all. Then she peeked out of the small crack in the shack, trying to see what was taking him so long.
Drake’s brows were pulled together, and he looked upset. Myka stilled her breathing, straining to hear what they were talking about.
“I need more time,” Drake said.
Grady shrugged. “You’ve had two days. Everyone’s impatient. They want to get out of here.”
“Well, maybe if you hadn’t interrupted me, I could have gotten you what you want.”
Myka’s mind raced. What did Grady want?
Grady’s eyebrows went up in surprise and he pointed to the woods with his free hand. “Right now? You were making your move on her in the woods during bathroom break? Why didn’t you just do it in your shack when you were alone?”
His move?
Her heart tightened, but she refused to focus on it, still trying to hear every last word of their conversation.
“Don’t worry about when or how I get Myka to trust me. All you need to know is that I’m close. She practically told me where every secret passageway is inside Tolsten House. Give me one more day, and I know she’ll tell me where the weapons are.”
Her heart seemed to freeze, and her breath stalled. Myka’s eyes filled up with tears. What was Drake even talking about?
