"Not after you just declared war!"
He rushes back to the other side of the counter and grabs more flour, spinning around quickly to throw it at me. I try to block it with my hand but some of it still lands on my face.
I shake my head free of the substance before running to attack him again. He goes to race away again but my hand grabs his wrist too fast. I pull, forcing him to face me, and push his back against the counter.
"You’re a mad woman!" he chortles before I rub my flour filled hand and rub it all over his face. He tries to turn away but it does not help as I rub it all over his temple and cheek.
"There we go," I snigger. I then rub the flour hand on his head, messing up his sandy blonde hair. He tries to hold my hands away but it's not enough to escape the flour. "Stop, I'm making you look prettier."
"You…" he groans.
"There you go, Captain Prettyface," I smirk as I look up, satisfied with my work. My hands are placed on either side of him in the counter, preventing him from moving away. "I think this means I won."
"It was a battle won. Not the war," he purrs, a smile spreading across his face.
“We'll see about it,Prettyface,” I chuckle at the nickname.
“Are you gonna keep calling me that?”
“Yes. I quite like it.”
He scowls. “Couldn't you have chosen something more manly?”
I roll my eyes, about to say another snarky comment, when I make eye contact again and notice his gaze had softened.
Those blue eyes. Sweet, welcoming, and warm are those eyes. I could just look into them forever and forget about how cruel the world is. They make me feel assured and protected.
And pinned against the counter, with his lips parted slightly and his pupils dilated, he just looks… a little helpless for me… just like me for him…
If I wasn't a dreamscreecher and him not being Amara’s grandson,I would make out with him right now. I would be his. He would be mine. His complaints about this soulmateless bullshit would be no more.
Everyone would know he's mine. His grandmother, his family and the whole damn kingdom can fuck off!
"Clara," he murmurs, with that low gentle voice, as soothing as gentle waves lapping on the shore.
His voice makes my body tingle. Warmth floods my body.
What was all of that?
"Are you okay?" he whispers. His brows scrunch. “You have something on your lips.”
I raise my brows while wiping my lips. Looking at my fingers, there's a lilac colored liquid smudged on my skin.
My body tenses as I lick my teeth. My canines have gotten sharper, accompanied by a salty metallic taste on my tongue.
I can't seriously be thinking about marking Amara's grandson! That's literally how I'll get killed!
“Oh it's… it's some lavender… dessert I had earlier.” I say the last bit confidently and firmly as I can. Hopefully he doesn't suspect anything.
He cocks his head. “And it's been on your lips this whole time?”
“Why?” I smirk. “Are you looking to kiss me?”
His eyes widen and he pushes lightly at my shoulders. He blushes. “Says the one pinning me against the counter.”
I chuckle as I step back, letting him stand from the counter. It's amusing to see him so flustered.
I snicker at him, but then start thinking back to earlier. It's scary to realize that he triggered my canines and thatpossessive voice in my head. That's never happened with any man before.
