Warrior (Princesses of Myth #2)

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I jerked around and scrambled to my knees. “Silas?” This had to be an illusion. I rocked on my knees, and rubbed my eyes. It was definitely him, lying with his cheek on my pillow. On the floor lay his sword, as always close at hand. I touched the shadows under his eyes, so dark they appeared bruised. “What have you done to yourself?”

“I can’t sleep without you.” He snuck out a hand, encircled my wrist and yanked.

I lost my breath as I landed on him. “Me either.”

“You shouldn’t have spoken to me last night. It was the last straw.”

“I couldn’t help it.” He was here. With me. That’s all I’d wanted for the past day and two nights. I kissed his chin, his nose, his cheeks, nibbling all the way over his drop-dead gorgeous face. “I missed you. I thought you’d hate me.”

He took my shoulders between his hands. “I’ve longed for our arguments. I am such a lost fool.”

“An idiot for sure. I shall get the stamp made.”

“I’m falling for you.”

“Ooo-kay.” My whole body shook.

“They’ll be no more talk of separation.” He kissed me. “We spend every night together, that’s when you’re on Earth and not in Dralion.”

“What kind of spending the night are you talking about?”

“Nothing more than wanting you close.” He rubbed his forehead against mine. “Merge, now. I’ve the worst craving for it, like an addiction.”

I sent my mind soaring into his.

Oh yeah. Blisss.

Wriggling around, I sank deep into his mind, making myself completely at home. “Your head is so big, we can both fit in there.”

He chuckled. “I’m sure it is. I brought you something.” From the pocket of his tan pants, he removed a necklace and dangled the thin chain in front of me. A tiny white rose was masterfully painted on the silver charm.

“Oh, you didn’t?”

“Last night I visited Silvie’s favorite Earth shopping mall.” He swept my hair over my shoulder and fastened the gift around my neck. “You said a white rose signifies the beginning of time, and that’s what I want for us.”

I played with the charm, so cool between my fingers. Tears welled in my eyes and Silas tipped up my chin.

“Hey, no crying. It’s only a gift.”

“You have a good memory.”

“It’s the big head. It holds a ton of information.” His gaze softened. “Will you spend the day with me?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Since I intend to have you sleep over from now on, I’m not raiding my sister’s closet again. We’re going shopping.” His smile was smoldering.

“I could pack a bag.”

“I’m buying you clothes. There’ll be no overnight bag.”

“Hope.” The door of the tent flapped open and a rush of sunlight burst in as Elizara entered. She glanced from Silas to me, a slow grin forming. “Ah, you didn’t turn up at breakfast, and I was worried. Obviously no need.”

“Silas is here.” I gripped the pendant, the most precious gift I’d ever received. “We’re going shopping.” I couldn’t keep the giddiness from my words.

“Then I won’t keep you.” She kissed my cheek and set a hand on Silas’s arm. “Look after my niece. That’s an order.”

“Yes. You have my word I will.” He walked her to the door and held the flap for her as she left.

“Let’s go.” He returned and held me in his arms and flashed us away.

We arrived in his room. “Wow. Silas, I’m actually happy to be in Peacio. Weird. That’s something I’d never thought I’d say.”

“You can’t wear that pink nightie to the shops, as cute as that teddy bear on the pocket is.” He sighed. “I’ll go sneak one last change of clothes from Silvie. I won’t be long.” He zapped away.

I skipped to his bathroom and searched his drawers for a toothbrush. After washing up, I gazed into his mirror. My face glowed. Being back with Silas was so right.

With the pendant in hand, I stroked it. A white rose. I loved it. The beginning of time.

“Silas, I’m preparing a special dinner tonight.”

I jumped as a woman’s voice came from the direction of his bedroom.

“Silas, you there?” She appeared in the opened bathroom doorway, a mass of red-gold spiral curls bouncing around her shoulders. Her gaze popped wide and she checked over her shoulder then stared back at me. “Faith, ah, this is my brother’s room. What the heck are you doing in here?”

Crap.

“Ah, Silvie?” It must be her, Silas’s sister. They had the same blue eyes and red-gold hair, only she was dressed in a short yellow denim skirt and red t-shirt.

“Yeah, of course. What’s wrong with you?”

“I-I.” You have a voice. Find it. Use it. You are now Faith. “Ah, I’m here because I’m hiding from Loveria.”

Oops. No. Faith wouldn’t hide from her mate.

Her eyebrow arched to a staggering height. “Whatever for? And why’d you just call him Loveria? Have you two had an argument or something?”