Page 116 of Cursed Evermore
Gods, this man was going to drive me crazy. With him around, I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached to my body.
He grinned when he saw my panic. “Nice bath?”
“Give it back.” I held out my hand to take my journal, ignoring his question.
Much to my relief he closed the book and handed it over to me.
I snatched it and held it close to my chest, glaring at him. “What are you doing in here reading my private things?” I demanded as if this wasn’thisship and I wasn’thisprisoner.
“Relax Ziyka, the ship hit some rough waters and the journal fell on the floor. I merely picked it up and tried to put your bookmarks back in place.”
I bit my lip, not sure if I believed him. “I didn’t feel any rough waves.”
“You could be in the middle of a hurricane and feel nothing in that bathtub. I enchanted it to give you whatever you desire. Be it hot water, relaxation, or whatever your body craves. Even when you don’t know whatthatis.”
My mouth went dry as the full weight of what he'd done sank in. He'd enchanted the bathtub. For me.
Wolfe had thought about my comfort, my needs, and crafted magic around them. The gesture was so unexpectedly...thoughtful.
Then the rest of his words registered—whatever your body craves. Even when you don't know what that is.
Like how I craved him? The Fae prince standing a few paces away, with my journal in his hand and temptation in his smile.
Gods be good, my cheeks heated and I knew I was blushing violently. I looked away from him uncomfortably, but the damage was already done. I took a step back and tried to compose myself.
“Thank you. For the bath,” I stuttered.
“No worries.” He kept his gaze on me. “As for what I’m doing here,” He pointed to the corner of the room near the desk. I looked and my breath caught when my gaze landed on a little fire place with fire blazing from the hearth.
I’d been so fixated on my journal that I hadn’t seen it nor realized the room was warm.
“It’s going to get colder than we expected,” he explained. “Colder than what you’re used to in Stormfell. But the weather will warm up once we cross the Veil.”
His actions were so unreal, it almost felt like too much. Why was he being so…nice?
Nice.The word didn’t suit him and I wouldn’t make the mistake of thinking he was.This was something else. Maybe his way of showing some mercy so I’d be more compliant.Still the sentiment wasn’t lost on me and I was grateful.
“Thank you. I’ve never seen a fireplace on a ship before.”
“Magic can do anything.”
“Yes. It can.”
He straightened, shoving his hands in his pockets, getting ready to leave. “Goodnight, my Lady.”
“Goodnight.”
He stepped away from the window and was about to walk away but stopped, his lips quirking into a smile that promised trouble. “By the way, Ziyka. I didn’t give you a cruel or damning kiss.”
My mouth fell open.Bastard.“Youdidread my journal.”
“It was lying open on the floor. I'm not responsible for what my eyes see and some things can't be unseen.”
“You are such an asshole,” I fumed, glaring at him. “And what do you mean? You were absolutely cruel to me, anddamning. You and your stupid kiss.”
His eyes lit up with wicked amusement, positively thrilled by my fury. “Ziyka, I never said thatIwasn’t cruel to you or damning. I said thekissI gave you was not.”
“Why is that even important?”
