I had just walked the gardens with Molly and Renna and was feeling starved. I didn’t want to talk about magic right now, I needed food. Now. Before I withered away into nothing.
“I don’t want to mess with the progress we’ve been making,” Owen continued. “Not at all. You are learning and catching onto things fast with me.” He paused. “Way faster than I ever would’ve thought for someone not raised around magic. No offense.”
“None taken,” I provided.
“But you are going to have to get used to using your magic around Krew and get used to seeing him use it too.” Owen shot me a grin. “When it is time to make a move on the king, we can’t have you sitting all wanton over in the corner unable to form a coherent thought.”
“I—”
Owen turned to me. “Get it out of your system. Just like sleeping next to him, you’ll get used to it eventually. You just haven’t seen him use his magic enough yet.”
He did have a point. But I was also doing a whole lot more than just sleeping beside Krew these days. I wasn’t going to say that though.
Feeling Krew down the bond, I realized he was in his wing also. “Krew is back,” I told Owen.
His forehead wrinkled. “But they are preparing for another parliament session.”
I shrugged. I also hadn’t thought I would see him until after dinner, which was why I was in no hurry to leave Molly and Renna. I could feel that Krew was not happy about something and immediately wondered what the king had done now.
As we entered Krew’s wing, I found him sitting with a whiskey at his usual spot at the table.
“Rough day?” I asked as Owen and I turned the corner, me sitting down on the couch and Owen naturally flopping down next to me.
Krew kept his attention looking out the window. I knew he was angry. I could see it on his face, not to mention what I felt down the bond. Like I knew the sky was blue, I knew he was bothered. I just didn't know if the reason was his father, or dealing with Aiyana, or what had him upset.
“He’s pissed,” I whispered to Owen.
Krew turned to glare at me. The first time he’d looked at me since we entered the room.
Owen ignored him and looked over at me. “Noticed that.”
Krew switched his glare to Owen. “I am not pissed, I am merely...” he paused and looked at his whiskey as if he wanted to down it in one gulp, “displeased.”
Owen gave me a look. “Yep, totally pissed.”
I snorted a laugh. Now was not the time to laugh, but it was a little funny. “I am sorry, My Prince. Whatever has you sodispleased?”
Krew ran a hand down his face. “Never in a million years did I think I would find my soul mate. And never in a million years after that would I have thought thatmybest friend would actually prefer her to me and always take her side on things.”
Owen gave me a guilty shrug that had me failing to shut down my laughter.
Krew shook his head. “I hate it when the two of you gang up on me.” He flicked his finger, and a navy sound barrier was at the door faster than a blink.
Owen held up a finger. “On that note. If it makes you feel any better, I was able to determine today that the reason why Jorah isn’t as confident with her magic around you like she is around me is because she gets turned on when you’re using your magic.”
“Owen!” I hissed.
Krew’s lips turned upward for the briefest of seconds.
Owen’s nose wrinkled as he turned to me. “I might like you better, but I knew him first.”
“Traitor,” I muttered as I turned to reach for the blanket draped across the back of the couch.
“And what isthat?” Krew snapped.
Faster than I could respond, he was crouching before me, looking at the spot on my arm where Owen’s sword had grazed me earlier. I’d put the healing salve on it right away after my shower, worried Krew would notice.
“That was my fault,” Owen offered. “Training accident.”
