Page 221 of Cursed Evermore
“War and too much time changes a person in the worst of ways.”
“But there are other things that keep your soul alive. Things like peace, compassion, happiness...love.”
His expression shifted, becoming tender in a way that stole my breath. He looked at me as if I'd just reminded him what it felt like to believe in something good and he was allowed to want everything I'd just named.
“Then maybe there's hope for me yet.” His voice carried a note of wonder, as if the possibility surprised him. “Next question, Ziyka.”
“Did you ever get married?” The question escaped before I could contemplate its appropriacy.
“No.” His answer was immediate, definitive.
“Not in three hundred years?” I couldn't keep the incredulity from my voice.
“No.”
“What about girlfriends or love interests?” My cheeks warmed as I realized how transparent I was being.
“Yes.” The corner of his mouth twitched at my obvious fishing. And maybe it was also possible he sensed the pang of envy that raced through me.
It was silly of me to feel such a thing. Of course, Wolfe Nightblade had girlfriends and love interests. Gods, he was still the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. Anyone with eyes would have thought the same thing.
And despite his reminder that I was his and our obvious untamed flirting, he probably still had an entourage of women fawning over him.
Curiosity and desire got the better of me, and I decided to get more specific.
“Were they all Fae?”
He leaned closer. “No.”
“Apart from Fae, what were they?”
He kept his gaze locked on mine. “Mages and humans.”
“Humans?” Mages didn't surprise me because they were so entwined in Fae society here. But humans? That suggested he'd gone to the mortal realm often.
“Yes.” A faint smile slid across his lips.
“What about half-mage, half-human?” I asked, the heat in my cheeks rising.
He didn't blink. Didn't hesitate. “No,” he said. “You'll be the first.”
My heart slammed against my ribs as heat flooded my entire body. His words settled over me, thrilling and terrifying in equal parts. And the way he looked at me...
The look was dark and dominant. Hungry and fierce. Like he'd enjoy breaking me and protecting me all at once.
“Me?” I breathed out the word like I needed to hear him say it again. Needed to believe it.
“You.And, Ziyka...” he muttered.
“Yes.” I could barely get the word out.
He reached out and ran a finger over my cheek. “You just asked me ten questions in one go.”
I sucked in a breath. “Oh Gods. I'm sorry. I got carried away.”
A slow grin curled Wolfe's lips, dark and devastating. “Somehow, I like it when you get carried away. My turn.”
I swallowed hard, my pulse thudding in my throat as he reached across the table to collect the stones. His fingersbrushed over mine deliberately, the warmth of his touch lighting sparks beneath my skin.
