I gulp. "Yes…".
"I can't thank you enough," he says, directing his eyes back to Amias. "I can't imagine what would have happened if he hadn't gotten out."
His voice seems empty, almost meaningless. His expression is blank, as if dissociating from everything.
I don't blame him.
"I don't know how to repay you," Amorette whispers. “I owe you more than I can give.”
I slowly nod. We're not sure if he's going to make it. It feels too early for gratitude. "Thank you. I don't need-"
"Don't thank me. You risked your life back there.” She slowly turns back to Amias. “I'll do whatever you want me to do to repay you.”
I follow her gaze, watching his chest go up and down.
I didn't expect this closeness with Amorette, but she is already a better mother than my own real "mother." At least she's happy to see me.
“Is there anything you want?” Amorette asks.
I twist my lips at the question. Honestly, I don't think I can truly ask her for anything that I really want. If I could, I'd wish for Amias to wake up.
Unfortunately that's not within her power. “I don't care about repayment. I just want Amias to be safe.”
Amorette’s lips purse before forming a smirk. “You know, I sense a connection between you two.”
I look up at Amorette. “Huh?” Dreamscreechers have been refused to have soulmates. Why would Amara gift a kingdom she hates?
“Not a literal one. More of a motherly instinct thing.” Her eyes glow pink and my heart jumps. Fuck, she'll know now.
I start to get up from my seat, when she sets a hand on mine, her eyes back to blue. “Sorry. I wanted to see if you had a soulmate bond somewhere. I should've asked.”
My body still tenses. “Do I?”
“No, which is just what I was hoping.”
I quirk a brow, sitting back down next to her. Still no recognition of my abilities. “Why?”
Her eyes shift between Amias and I. “You've known each other before the fire, haven't you?”
“Well…” I shrug. “Yes.”
“Are you the woman he hadaccidentallyslept over with that one time?”
Heat floods my cheeks, recalling that time Amias freaked out because of her call. “I suppose.”
She chuckles. “You seem like his type. He's always liked women like you.”
Her statement excites me more than it should. “Really?”
“Yeah. You should see some of his celebrity crushes growing up. Many of them look just like you.”
I raise a brow. What's a celebrity? “Is that a good thing?”
“Of course,” she smiles. “I mean, he always liked the athletic type, which you definitely are. The brunettes in particular. And you saved him too? He's probably head over heels.”
My heart skips. Well that's good to hear.
“What do you like about my son?”
